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from Master P - Good Side Bad Side (2004)
Master P [Talking]
Yo what you trippin' on? Didn't I tell you its gonn be alright? I ain't came up on somethin' shorty And I got you [Chorus] Shorty keep your head up Even when you feed up Shorty keep you're head up (Just listen) I seen you in school shorty What's to do shorty? You know I'm out here thuggin' but what's up wit me and you shorty? You need me I'm on the three way I'm in the hood thuggin' wit my homie ????? What you say he ain't treating you right? Wuzzup baby girl you need a thugg in your life Shorty keep your head up and ima be there When you need me gurl even when you feed up And I ain't tryin' to boost you up or shoot you up But if you was money you'll be a million buks Just be there when I need ya And if ya hungry Ima feed ya That's why them otha gurls want to be ya. And gurl you shouldn't settle for less settle for that You a queen and you deserve the best I know you don't know me I 'member what you tol me "And I like the way you hold me" [Chorus] Shorty keep your head up Even when you feed up Shorty keep you're head up Even when you feed up I know you shooked And really ain't into meetin' new guys Think we all the same good for tellin' you lies But I can understand that I peep a frown ? on your face when I ask you "where you men at?" But I ain't really tryin' to invade your space Your heart been shelter all over the place And you used to be a bright gurl now world is death Got an attitude which you hadn't heard of him Ima P.I.M.P but I'll treat you right Did I ?? gurl never ?????? When I was broke on the block you was there for me See you can cut through loose you don't compare to me Cause see I'm from the heart I just ran out of lies I don't want to be the reason tears run from your eyes Think I'm two G'ed up for my feelings to show? Well go right ahead keep thinkin' you know (You was wrong about me) [Chorus:] Shorty keep your head up Even when you feed up Shorty keep you're head up Even when you feed up Yo' ma I'm always seen you around but lately Seem somethin' keepin' you down and They say your x so abusive You don't play sports how you get those bruses? To be honest the dude is useless Let me take you out the hood we can do this (ok) You too cute to be seatin' on the bench You can start on my teem ma come n represent and I can treat you better than that looser ever did Cause you don't deserve the type of stress that he give I know I'm young but I can treat you right And if he trippin' then you need to be with me tonight Ah and baby he don't have an ounce of respect for you That's why I think is Gangsta how you backed off and left the dude Shorty age ain't nothin' but a number If you need to get away take the Benz or the Hummer and You say I don't know enough about you but I just can't see myself being Without you Yeah [Chorus:] Shorty keep your head up Even when you feed up Shorty keep you're head up Even when you feed up |
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from Master P - Only God Can Judge Me (1999)
[master p]
This goes to all y'all bitch ass niggaz That got the motherf**kin game twisted Get it how you live, hehehehe [mystikal] Uh-ohhhhhhhhhh! (hoody hoooo!) It's on! [master p] - repeat 6x It's on now nigga we ready (it's on!) I'm on the block, and I keep my nine cocked I got a problem - it's handled, with some automatic shots See I'm a thug - and I love to smoke weed And I'm a hustler - that mean I love to serve fiends I'm from the 3rd ward, callio', and i'ma represent it You don't know me? you better stay out of my business Cause I float like a butterfly and I sting like a bee But nigga I don't box, I'm the m to the p I crush domes - I got some niggaz that'll break bones And if I can't catch you, then i'ma follow yo' bitch home We got beef - then you know I can't sleep And if it's a war - then we can take it to the streets [master p] - repeat 4x It's on now nigga we ready (it's on!) [mystikal] P f**k them niggaz - bout to get the duct tape and wrap this bitch up Talkin that shit on the record you better be ready to back that shit up Ya, mama ain't gon' let cha come outside if she know what i'ma do to you Hatin behind our back but when you see us you hollerin hoody hoo (hoody hooo!) fake ass record companies, y'all niggaz is roody-poot Y'all niggaz ain't soldiers on the street Y'all niggaz is dick in the booty (y'all don't want none) Bitch I'm cursin, cause it's personal (y'all don't want none) Use my name I'm gon' be stompin, chokin, hurtin Jump in that water if you wanna I'ma catch y'all in that corner, pull it out and put it on ya Y'all bitches got more mouth than you got heart You got more hype than you got money Y'all niggaz don't want me to start! We see more millions in a year than y'all niggaz gon' know about Let a nigga get a little attention then a nigga wan' show out But we gon' stay bout it through the 2000 and check domes Oahkayyyyyyy... bring it on! [master p] Y'all don't want none, we ready Y'all don't want none, we ready Y'all don't want none, we ready We ready, we ready [master p] - repeat 8x It's on now nigga we ready (it's on!) [master p] - repeat 4x over last two parts Down south niggaz we ready East coast niggaz we ready West coast niggaz we ready Midwest niggaz we ready [master p] We ready, we ready, we ready, we ready Hahah real niggaz, we ready Real bitches, we ready No limit, we ready All my soldiers, we ready Haaaaaaa, ain't nuttin changed nigga We still the same |
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from Master P - Only God Can Judge Me (1999)
[master p]
Say brah In this game called life It's charces (choices), decisions, and consequences I decided to change my life, for the better [ya heard me? ] So anybody that's out there seeking conviction Because of profanity in my music Then you don't understand me or my people See my music is about keepin it real It's about the constant struggles that I been through in the ghetto So cain't (can't) no man or woman convey the sounds that I make.. It don't get no realer than this [241] - singing while p speaks Y'all don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' problems) Y'all don't know what they put us through (mo' money mo' problems) Y'all don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' problems) Y'all don't know what they put us through [master p] Too many problems I can't sleep, you either strong or you weak See I was born to be a g, that's why I learned to flip a key From the cradle to the grave, you either a master or a slave Now who wanna get paid? but i'ma a hustler til I'm dead F**kin wrong road but it's the right route.. Now picture me with the lights out! Who can I turn to when time's hard? Trust in no nigga, put my faith in god Cause penetentiaries, stayed packed (stay packed) Once you on the bus you might not come back To my homies doin time, keep your head up (head up) And to my soldiers on the street, don't get fed up (fed up) Sometime we do bad, but we all in it You gotta learn to dream, cause there's no limit, ya heard me? [241] - singing Y'all don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' problems) Y'all don't know what they put us through (mo' money mo' problems) Y'all don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' problems) Y'all don't know what they put us through (mo' money mo' problems) [ghetto commission] Don't treat me like a disease, cause my skin darker than yers (yours) And my environment is hostile, nuttin like your suburbs I'm from the ghetto, home of poverty - drugs and guns Where hustlers night life for funds but, makin crumbs In the slums in the street, in the cold in the heat Rest in peace and then deceased but we still strugglin while you sleep And the game never change it's still the same since you passed We get beat and harassed, whenever them blue lights flash To the little homies in the hood, claimin wards and wearin rags Tryin to feel a part of a family he never had And it's sad, I feel his pain, I feel his wants To avoid bein locked up, there's do's and don'ts Use your head little soldier, keep the coke out your system That ? out your veins, that won't do away with the pain Only prayers will get you through, ain't no use to bein foolish Ain't got one life to live, so be careful how you use it [241] - singing Y'all don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' problems) Y'all don't know what they put us through (mo' money mo' problems) Y'all don't know what we goin through (mo' money mo' problems) Y'all don't know what they put us through (mo' money mo' problems) [master p] Haha.. the mo' money you make, the mo' problems you gon' have The mo' people gon' want, the mo' they gon' wanna take it from you (the mo' they gon' want to steal from you) So keep your eyes open (they might even kill you to get it) (can't believe in nobody but God soldiers) There ain't no limit, ya heard me? (believe.. none of what you hear and half of what you see, huh) (picture me ballin.. think they wanna see a ghetto child Comin out the callio' project, makin forbes magazine, fortune? Huh, think they wanna see, a ghetto kid like me, make it in the nba? Huh, picture me ballin.. uh-huh, picture all of us ballin Picture the haters fallin though, uh-heh It ain't no limit ya heard me? ) |
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from Master P - Ghetto Postage (Edt) (2000)
crazy
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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from Master P - Ghetto Postage (2002)
crazy
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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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Yo', this Jay-tweezie
keepin it live off the heezie fo' cheezy with them 504 Boyz you dig, check it This here is to played loud as possible Preferably in residential neighborhoods and night clubs Grab your shorty and let's go *Now won't you wobble wobble Let me see you shake it, shake it Now won't you drop it, drop it Ohh, take it, take it X2 You already know what's happenin' when I step in this bitch And I know you've heard of me, cause I'm right there off of GT and Derbigny You've been 'bout serving it, every since you heard my song I got you bucked up, you want that camouflage love, huh You got me fucked up I just want to see you wobble, like your momma's won that lotto Like your daddy full of that bottle Like your brother when he caught them hollows Like them G.T. bitches, them Saint T. bitches, my No Limit bitches Them boss bitches who 'bout they riches, and it ain't no secret They want that soldier dick that you only get from that soldier clique That Whoa! bitch I told ya' dick, 'welling up We drop it like it's hotter, from the dance floor to the Ramada Giving up them peso's, I thinks nada, look *Repeat (X2) Now when you shake that ass, I get rocked up You got a boyfriend boo (Wodie, my man locked up) Everytime you wobble wobble it gets me horny So I can ride that ass from the night until in the morning I could respect your mind, if you could respect the game Is it cool to fuck, or is this about some change *Repeat I like it when I see 'em at the club, shaking that thang Girl you really got me thinking 'bout taking that thang, come here Now when they wobbly, wobbly, ass bouncing everywhere The way she drop it like that, I can't help but to stare Got a nigga saying "Ohhh girl" Come a little closer, I'm trying to make you out my boo girl Don't move girl, I'm on my way to the floor baby Coming for mine, want to see if you can really shake it Let's bump and grind, girl you did that The way you bounce it and shake it, you know I'm with that I'm trying to get that, cause you got me rock hard (Ohh my God) Got me humpin and humpin it (huh) humpin like a dog, WOOF *Repeat (X2) Back your ass, Whoo, the fuck up I thought I told you, put your meanest face on for me And them steel-toe boots, gonna stomp your ass Want it, hunt it, some old niggas ready to jump your ass I'll be there for you baby, just beep me Start paging soldier, when you want a freak male I like freaking at your man's house, when he leave I toot What would he say if he knew that I was sexing you Let me see you wobble then shake it, then baby pop it, don't break it You want love let's make it, I just can't wait 'til you naked You lick your lips it makes me hard daydreamin' of screamin' and fiendin' You creamin' for sex, that you gonna get this evening Ya' heard me *Repeat (X2) We them 504 Boyz, huh, we them 504 Boyz what X2 |
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from Master P - Good Side Bad Side (2004)
[talking]
Even though we all thugs Don't judge us by our action, but judge us by our heart The wicked, spies upon the righteous God blesses the man, who put his trust in God He gave his only begotten son That who ever believe in him, should not parish But have eternal life, we'll see you thugs at the crossroad [Hook - 2x] Some say, life be short I think, we was cursed from the start I'm only trying to play my part But why they wanna wish death, on me and my niggaz [Master P] My nigga stared at me, must be mad at me I grew up with this nigga, how the fuck he sent the FED's at me Boz told me, not to fuck with niggaz But I still threw my bone, cause I grew up with these niggaz Cuz came home man, he looking good Fell off, having problems in the hood Nigga say Chico locked up, and Mussie hit the streets And I'm still trying to find, the right lawyer for C And my Uncle died of cancer, Black Jimmy got life Faldy got shot, hurt Ervin and changed his life And I done seen so many, white t-shirts with faces And I done seen so many, ghetto lives get wasted And it's a shame nigga, it won't change nigga We all trapped in the hood, in this game nigga And I'm just trying to raise, Romeo to be a man nigga And hope me and Silkk, don't have to squeeze these thangs nigga [Hook - 2x] Some say, life be short I think, we was cursed from the start I'm only trying to play my part But why they wanna wish death, on me and my niggaz [Master P] I talked to Daniel, I holla'd at Lee-Lee Marcus on lock, and told me they just killed Pee-Wee T-Dub home man, Randall gone man Kevin Miller, I put him on my arm man Dansho on the grind, and Millie making moves Petey and Mo' Smokey, Onkie Dejuan they cool Some play your kindness for weakness, we call it tipping Come out the hood on the run, and get caught slipping Bruce and Bernell, took two to the dome Bobby and Kirk straight, Red never made it to the phone Slim got shot, I got a call from the cops I was dealt a bad hand, when this shit gon stop I gave Do a record deal, then he got killed And his sister questioned me, wanna know how I feel I done made it out the hood, I'm trying to do right And why would they wanna, wish death on my life [Hook - 2x] Some say, life be short I think, we was cursed from the start I'm only trying to play my part But why they wanna wish death, on me and my niggaz [Yukon] They say life ain't fair, but you live it to us all gone Go through struggles, then you spit it through a hard song Fake niggaz, trying to follow my every move Until you load up, and put hollows through every wound I'm from a place, where it ain't no love Niggaz'll peel you from the back, so it ain't no hugs Just a bunch of niggaz, up on they grind And it ain't too many real niggaz left, so they hard to find Most likely I don't roll with em, if they ain't soldiers Only real niggaz, can tell you that pain mold you I got a plan, on the way to get richer So why they wanna wish death, on me and my niggaz [Desperado] What's up peace to J-Dubs, nigga L and Mike Little Chino ain't live long enough, to peddle his bike It ain't right, but I'm still here holding my head Got me thinking they still with us, but I'm knowing they dead They say, life's short gotta hold my steel Wish that band's playing at home, we in soldier field I was cursed since my young days, speeding down these one-way's Streets ain't no football game, we running gun plays Die for my niggaz, put my hand on a bible But you cowards start singing, like American Idol Matic and Fat Man, they suppose to be home Ten to twenty upstate, a half a year in the hole nigga [Hook - 2x] Some say, life be short I think, we was cursed from the start I'm only trying to play my part But why they wanna wish death, on me and my niggaz |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Our mission is to get money, power, and bitches, ya heard me?
ha ha (hootie hoo) *Where you at whodi? I'm over here whodi I'm in dat 5, dat 0, to da 4, ya heard X4 We drive Excursions with TV's Bubble eye humvees A mouth full of gold teeth and i represent that CP3 Where my niggaz on the block boy Open up shop boy and they'll kill ya for them rocks boy Gimme some money, dollars and I'ma give you 400 back Give it to me in powder and imma change it into crack I'm tryna change my life but im tired of bein broke Thats why I post up with my niggaz and we hustle by the store *Repeat (X2) (Where you at whodi?) I'm over here Shaggy Smokin my do-do in the mo-mo in the black navi Bitches will love to have me, because I'm livin lavish I'll take some pussy but head is what really makes me happy I'm downtown in the 9th ward, Saint Claude Friday night when the boulevard is full of beacoup broads I'm on the scene full of Henny New Orleans love me so I ain't gotta spend a fuckin penny I let em know that I'm a 504 boy from across the Canal... ...And I'm from the 12th, I roll by myself and if you can't tell, I'm bad for your health Bitch im the man, keep up if you can Yall niggaz cant stand it When i come with them uptown niggaz from the 504 with a gun in both hands I'm the tracks, I'm the wheel on the tanks I live on the bill in the banks I come in and do my thang Where the motherfucka that think I'm playin? *Repeat (X2) Life in the bricks, believe me niggaz we live it If they ain't made it yet then bitch they gotta build it Money to the ceiling, I used to sell rocks on blocks Fuckin round wit Master P, nigga got NY socks Whodi I'm hot, enough cash to buy yall blocks Trucks...hold, I got NYPD locked I'm a killa nigga, raw dog guerrilla nigga Try to download the spot cuz willow was hot nigga When I come through I come through wild Come through foul, come through loud Run through the crowd, run 2000 Come through this kickin like its kung-fu style From the front to the rear whodi, it's No Limit year whodi (Yo Silkk where you at?) I'm in this No Limit gear whodi *Repeat (X2) Where I'm at? I'm over here, in the project on the block Im C-Murder, I'm bout dat drama nigga Fuck you and your mamma Incarcerate me if you could But you gotta find me in the hood Im foreva gettin blunted Nigga, No Limit niggaz keep comin Never runnin from them bitches Dumpin fools up in ditches And snitches, I give em motherfuckin stitches Dat 504, tha Calliope, we rattle street and rust ya blade Duck nigga, watch yo head, it could be ya early grave Check your rearview, lock them doors Beat your hoes and cock ya shit Count your money by the bit and get TRU niggaz in your clique nigga N-O, L-I, M-I to the T It's just a bunch of crazy motherfuckers just like me *Repeat (X4) |
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from Master P - Game Face (2002)
Ugggghhhhh!
[Chorus with ad-libs] Whoadie gone, what we gon' do now Whoadie gone, can't stop now Whoadie gone, what we gon' do now Whoadie gone, can't stop now Whoadie gone, what we gon' do now Whoadie gone, can't stop now Whoadie gone, what we gon' do now Whoadie gone, can't stop now [Verse 1] Mama cried, shed tears But whoadie was a dog, he never lived in fear Real thug figure, straight hard hitter Whoadie gone, homies pour out a lil' liquor Can't find the killer, damn and it hurt man Whoadie on a t-shirt, they dropped him in the dirt man And the sister, she was trippin' man Askin' me questions like "Who caught him slippin' man" Where you at and who around you I guess she ain't really know the dogs loved you And a dog'll do anything before you fall See you in the crossroad, we gon' miss you dog [Chorus with ad-libs] [Verse 2] Same hood that you ride in Will get you crossed up homie, you'll die in A couple of dollars get you knocked off They trippin' on bin Laden, what about these ghetto wars A lil' homie ain't had a chance They walk up to his car, killer took him and his girl man And I wonder if heaven has a special place If you start off wrong change ya life, do you get a break Cause every drug dealer don't mean wrong But narcotics in the ghetto get you scrilla home And rappers prove their life with nouns and adverbs Justice of the peace only happens in the suburbs I pray you give Pac and Biggie a second chance I wonder if my brother and nephew up there holdin' hands My uncle died of cancer, is he cured yet It's a war out here, lil' whoadie took his last breath [Chorus with ad-libs] [Master P speaking] I just want y'all to pause for a minute And just light ya lighters Cause I wanna give R.I.P. to my ghetto vets My lil' brother Kevin Miller, I miss you dog My lil' nephew Lance Connor My grandfather, Big Daddy, for teachin' me how to be a soldier Smile for my uncle, Big Jimmy Keller Senior Randall Watts, Bruce and Burnell Y'all back together dog Dodo, Alfons and Elizabeth Papa Pen, we keepin' the legacy goin' I know you up there smilin' Pissy Bob, Cornell, Rabbit M and M, Lil' Curl, Hard Trouble Big Ed, Tupac, Biggie Smalls Coughnut, Big Pun, Aaliyah, Baby Babe Baby Girl, Kenny Sell, Meathead Dip, Lil' Roger And everybody that lost somebody From ghettos all across the world R.I.P. to all the fallen soldiers Oh yeah, we ain't never gon' forget y'all [Chorus to fade] |
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from Master P - Good Side Bad Side (2004)
[Chorus - x4]
Who said he want some Boy you don't want none We wile out in the club and that dum diddy dum dum [Master P] I like them girls but I don't fuck with them haters We in the club hella deep like the No Limit raiders And uh, I don't know what they told you boy But we the new No Limit fuckin' soldiers boy We got the club so rowdy and we 'bout that shit I done chilled for a minute now I'm back to making hits And I'm back to slanging Cris and put these little boys on the pine And I'm back to tear the club up and claim what's mine I'm the realest that you see, I'm the realest that you know We gonna party in this bitch till they shut down the doors Then, after the party it's the afterparty And if the girls get naughty it's the hotel lobby [Chorus] Who said he want some Boy you don't want none We wile out in the club and that dum diddy dum dum [Master P] Now if you bout it, then say you bout it bout it If you came to act a fool then it's time to get rowdy (what) Represent your hood boy, we thug it like that It ain't where you from boy, it's where you at T-shirts and du-rags, and we don't give a fuck We came to this party to get this motherfucker buck We break bread, and wile out in the club If that ain't your girl tell her to show a nigga love And I don't give a fuck, represent where you at Them thugs in the front and them gangstas in the back Soldier rags in the air, raise up them tanks Three fuckin' mothers and them pass me the dranks (uhhh) [Chorus - 1/2] Who said he want some (Chicago, Texas) Boy you don't want none (Carolina, Alabama) We wile out in the club and that dumb diddy dumb dumb (Missisippi, Georgia, Florida, Ohio) Tennessee (motherfucker, where they at, who want some, there they go) [repeat in background] D.C. [Chorus repeats in background] Boston New York Arkanasas Milwaukee Arizona California Philadephia Kentucky Atlanta Nebraska Colorado The bayou The whole state of Louisiana getting hotter Hit 'em up Hawaii and Oklahoma getting buck Who wants some, who wants some Motherfucker, who wants some |
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from Master P - Good Side Bad Side (2004)
<i>[Intro]</i>
<i>[Master P]</i> Motherfucking King of Crunk and the Don of rowdy music nigga) <i>[Lil Jon]</i> Yyyeeeaahhh! <i>[Lil Jon]</i> Hey (Hey) Lil Jon (Lil Jon) Hey Master P (Master P) <i>[Master P]</i> Uuuughhhh! <i>[Lil Jon]</i> New No Limit BME Click (What! <i>[7X]</i>) Me and my motherfucking boys in the club tonight We don't give a fuck if we gotta run the fucking fight <i>[Master P]</i> Represent, get 'em up, throw 'em up, get 'em up <i>[Lil Jon]</i> Especially with them motherfucking boys over there You know them motherfucking boys? <i>[Master P]</i> Nah! <i>[Master P: Chorus]</i> Who them boys? (Fuck them boys) You know them boys? (Fuck them boys) Who them boys? (Fuck them boys) I know them boys (Fuck them boys) Who them boys? (Fuck them boys) You know them boys? (Fuck them boys) Who them boys? (Fuck them boys) I know them boys (Fuck them boys) <i>[Master P]</i> I'm from uptown New Orleans Straight out the hood I jumped off the spinners saying "I wish you would" Nigga walked up on me mean-mugging talking shit (What!) I don't know this motherfucker I probably done fucked his bitch Eyes hella red I just smoked me a nickle I ain't feeling this shit, I put my hand on my pickle The nigga started steaming but I'm cool as a fan He wanna throw 'em up but I got a gat in my pants I'm throwed off nigga, missing a few screws And I don't give a fuck about putting your ass on the news And if you ain't from my hood, you know you could get it We roll hella deep niggaz screamin NO LIMIT! I'm a thug nigga, I lean when I walk My favorite drink is that Incredible Hulk (Uuuughhhh!) I'm a soldier and I'm ready to ride We got beef we, we could take it outside <i>[Chorus]</i> We ridin dirty smokin, windows tinted Run up on the 'lac this ain't a movie but this the ending I got a nigga rolling with me name Uzi We stop on the block and this boy ain't choosy The first one we see better, break me off And if your shoes too big, take the motherfuckers off <i>[C-Murder]</i> Straight gutter, straight rough rugged raw Wicked like you never saw (Uuuughhhh!) Let's go to war It's dark and hell is hot, my chance is 50/50 If I die I'm taking you with me, so come and get me In my chest your bullets will never hit me I'm vested up (WHAT!) Touching retaliation nigga that's what's up <i>[Master P]</i> We demand respect, cause ya'll niggaz rookies Don't make us act like cookie monster and take a niggaz cookies (Uuuughhhh!) No limit boys rowdy and we don't give a fuck C-Murder in this bitch throw your fuckin hoods up <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Master P]</i> Yo, tell Liberty there's some girl out here for her <i>[Liberty]</i> Who them girls? (Fuck them girls) You know them girls? (Fuck them girls) Who them girls? (Fuck them girls) I know them girls (Fuck them girls) Who them girls? (Fuck them girls) You know them girls? (Fuck them girls) Who them girls? (Fuck them girls) I know them girls (Fuck them girls) I'm ready willing and able to ride at any cost Down to spark feeling I'm Pedo and I'm from boat Choking bitches with their weaves I'm all up in their throat I suggest you think about it cause you don't really know (What!) I can care less about your rep up in the streets I got peeps in the streets that'll automatic sweep No limit mommies don't be fooled by the baby face I'm not digging your man, I'm just thugging for Benjamins So stop the hating increase the radio cake I'm not, familiar with you why you trying to debate I'm in a light green Maybach (WHAT!), mirror glass tinted You better keep your day job you'll never be in it uh hah <i>[Liberty]</i> Who them girls? (Fuck them girls) You know them girls? (Fuck them girls) Who them girls? (Fuck them girls) I know them girls (Fuck them girls) <i>[Master P]</i> Who them boys? (Fuck them boys) You know them boys? (Fuck them boys) Who them boys? (Fuck them boys) I know them boys (Fuck them boys, boys, boys) |
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from Master P - Only God Can Judge Me (1999)
Who Down to Ride
[Master P] Told y'all I was gon' let them niggaz run that beef shit til I get tired of it Then I'ma put them motherfuckers to sleep - you got them extra heaters nigga? Let's go ride [D.I.G.] Who the fuck, that is, on the side of me Yo who the fuck, that is, going to get high with me Yo who the fuck, that is, going to ride with me Yo who the fuck, that is, going to die with me Yo who the fuck, that is, on the side of me Yo who the fuck, that is, going to get high with me Yo who the fuck, that is, going to ride with me Yo who the fuck, that is, going to die with me [Master P] I'm feelin sick, I done swallowed a fuckin rock I ain't even runnin, here comes the cops I got my soldier gear on, and I'm motherfuckin ready You Nightmare on Elm Street , you Jason and I'm Freddy We got a job to do, then it's a motherfuckin lick Fifty G's on his ass, then it's a motherfuckin split Me and my homies gon' smoke and when we get done we gon' get blunted And after we handle our business, we gonna chase after some honies Nobody fuckin move, nobody get hurt Don't make me put your face on a motherfuckin shirt I'm from the 3rd Ward, where we all crack skulls And we don't give a fuck cause we all toss broads Now if you snitchin, then they gon' find you in a ditch But if you bitchin, then they gon' find you with some dick Nigga we Uptown, where the lights don't shine But with the pistol, and this chrome, watch yo' ass get blind by these youngster that I hang with, I mean these niggaz I sang with We all soldiers for life nigga, we on some gang shit [D.I.G.] Who the fuck, that is, on the side of me Yo who the fuck, that is, going to get high with me Yo who the fuck, that is, going to ride with me Yo who the fuck, that is, going to die with me A maniac killer, I'm the nigga quick to rip it up So buck and get fucked stuck like Chuck bitch, now that ass is out of luck I'm from the ruts of the city strictly ghetto born Swoll up hard so you haters best be gone Or he gone like that, I'm tragic on your street I got what it take to get the glock that knock you off your fuckin feet I be the terror in the dark just like a thief Releasin the beast, be deceased, all increase, uhh T-E-C, N-I-N-E, relieves to any problem I got the fuckin cop killers nigga you can't dodge em Like a mirage I'm the nigga you think you be seein I'm leavin em stinkin I'm leavin em invisible even up when they dreamin You don't where I went, or how this nigga gon' be on that ass and blast, gimme the mic, I'ma show you what I mean froggy fat But clean as a mouth full of Listerine Unseen supreme the king, indisputable Inflictin pain, even my name is immutable My game is beautiful, fuck with me and I'll murder you Who the fuck, that is, on the side of me Yo who the fuck, that is, going to get high with me Yo who the fuck, that is, going to ride with me Yo who the fuck, that is, going to die with me |
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from Master P - Only God Can Judge Me (2000)
Who Down to Ride
[Master P] Told y'all I was gon' let them niggaz run that beef shit til I get tired of it Then I'ma put them motherfuckers to sleep - you got them extra heaters nigga? Let's go ride [D.I.G.] Who the fuck, that is, on the side of me Yo who the fuck, that is, going to get high with me Yo who the fuck, that is, going to ride with me Yo who the fuck, that is, going to die with me Yo who the fuck, that is, on the side of me Yo who the fuck, that is, going to get high with me Yo who the fuck, that is, going to ride with me Yo who the fuck, that is, going to die with me [Master P] I'm feelin sick, I done swallowed a fuckin rock I ain't even runnin, here comes the cops I got my soldier gear on, and I'm motherfuckin ready You Nightmare on Elm Street , you Jason and I'm Freddy We got a job to do, then it's a motherfuckin lick Fifty G's on his ass, then it's a motherfuckin split Me and my homies gon' smoke and when we get done we gon' get blunted And after we handle our business, we gonna chase after some honies Nobody fuckin move, nobody get hurt Don't make me put your face on a motherfuckin shirt I'm from the 3rd Ward, where we all crack skulls And we don't give a fuck cause we all toss broads Now if you snitchin, then they gon' find you in a ditch But if you bitchin, then they gon' find you with some dick Nigga we Uptown, where the lights don't shine But with the pistol, and this chrome, watch yo' ass get blind by these youngster that I hang with, I mean these niggaz I sang with We all soldiers for life nigga, we on some gang shit [D.I.G.] Who the fuck, that is, on the side of me Yo who the fuck, that is, going to get high with me Yo who the fuck, that is, going to ride with me Yo who the fuck, that is, going to die with me A maniac killer, I'm the nigga quick to rip it up So buck and get fucked stuck like Chuck bitch, now that ass is out of luck I'm from the ruts of the city strictly ghetto born Swoll up hard so you haters best be gone Or he gone like that, I'm tragic on your street I got what it take to get the glock that knock you off your fuckin feet I be the terror in the dark just like a thief Releasin the beast, be deceased, all increase, uhh T-E-C, N-I-N-E, relieves to any problem I got the fuckin cop killers nigga you can't dodge em Like a mirage I'm the nigga you think you be seein I'm leavin em stinkin I'm leavin em invisible even up when they dreamin You don't where I went, or how this nigga gon' be on that ass and blast, gimme the mic, I'ma show you what I mean froggy fat But clean as a mouth full of Listerine Unseen supreme the king, indisputable Inflictin pain, even my name is immutable My game is beautiful, fuck with me and I'll murder you Who the fuck, that is, on the side of me Yo who the fuck, that is, going to get high with me Yo who the fuck, that is, going to ride with me Yo who the fuck, that is, going to die with me |
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from Master P - Only God Can Judge Me (1999)
Master P talking:
This goes out to all the soldiers out there All the fallen soldiers, all my soldiers seeking conviction Keep your head up and look to the stars for strength ya heard me? (Hoody Hoo) Don't let nothing hold you back Keep your eyes on your enemies and just remember a wise man learn, but a fool never will it aint no limit soldiers Verse 1: (Master P) Dear Brother, I should I say soldiers of all colors where we went wrong I wrote this love song for ya Let me begin to tell ya how I love ya and if your heart is anything like mine soldier I die for ya You never met me but you felt my presence Your father, Your son, your brother that's my essence I'm only human so I stress like you, and I'm just like you, and someday I gotta leave this flesh like you We all part of a plan that we would never truly understand in convictions, seeking confessions, but confused by the devil's hand and no of us was born killers and thieves, but its the evil we instill in the seed Am I soldier cause I run against the seed wodie? Don't nothing truly exist but your dreams wodie and any times I find myself worshiping the morning But when you catch me off track just put me back on it with ya love.... Chorus: Sons of Funk, (Master P) All my soldiers is all I have (Where do we go from here) All the bad times we went through everyday our dreams come true (Where do we go from here) You need me and I need you (Lord tell me where do we go from here) Change your ways you have time (Lord tell me where do we go from here) Verse 2: (Nas) Check it out I bought this two tickets to see these No Limit movies _Foolish_ _I Got The Hook Up!_ , me and my baby far from a hooker It's good to see young men doing something right with their life could be a the next Spielberg, I supported it I enjoyed it that night We thug millionaries, everywhere, you look we ballin' but there always gotta be somebody stupid to spoil it I call it, everytime I see it, it gets me heated this fake thugging, actin like they can't bleep shit Another coward I gotta bury, I'm hot on you secondary, we vow that you lesser than me we last forever, mask together, No Limit, Ill Will, Queensbrigde, killers cash forever You feel this, have my whole projects on an airplane to kill shit Made nigga before the money, killers taking all this from me But I learned how to chill, now I'm rightfully living Cause the clowns out here get you life in the prison.....Man Chorus: All my soldiers is all I have (Where do we go from here) All the bad times we went through everyday our dreams come true (Where do we go from here) You need me and I need you (Lord tell me where do we go from here) Change your ways why you have time (Lord tell me where do we go from here) Verse 3: (Mac) Now to you living mothers, havin' hell raising you brothers cause the baby's daddy don't love ya You still a queen ole' girl, don't let him get you down Just do your thing if he real he gonna come around but if he don't then you don't need him, he man enough to make 'em but not man enough to feed 'em and it kills him to see you suceeding so keep your head in the clouds, bump this love song loud and every bow, with your girls feeling proud your heaven-sent, and I don't understand how you settle for the scrubs it was never meant You can do better by your lonely, there's nothing like being free and it's never to late so baby go get your G.E.D If you believe in you like I know you believe in me then we can live in peace and no longer this misery your world don't stop, and ain't no limit to trys and just remember this dark is just some light in disguise and my childern say Woah... Chours: All my soldiers is all I have (Where do we go from here) All the bad times we went through everyday our dreams come true (Where do we go from here) You need me and I need you (Lord tell me where do we go from here) Change your ways why you have time (Lord tell me where do we go from here) All my soldiers is all I have (Where do we go from here) All the bad times we went through everyday our dreams come true (Where do we go from here) You need me and I need you (Lord tell me where do we go from here) Change your ways why you have time (Lord tell me where do we go from here) (Master P talking) Wassup soldiers yall keep ya'll's heads up It's hard times, we spread love from ghetto's everywhere from the south, to the east. to the world wassup Nas, wassup Mac we got chase our dreams, I'm chasing mines Picture me in tha NBA Picture me still living Picture us all making changes That's where we go from here |
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from Master P - Only God Can Judge Me (2000)
Master P talking:
This goes out to all the soldiers out there All the fallen soldiers, all my soldiers seeking conviction Keep your head up and look to the stars for strength ya heard me? (Hoody Hoo) Don't let nothing hold you back Keep your eyes on your enemies and just remember a wise man learn, but a fool never will it aint no limit soldiers Verse 1: (Master P) Dear Brother, I should I say soldiers of all colors where we went wrong I wrote this love song for ya Let me begin to tell ya how I love ya and if your heart is anything like mine soldier I die for ya You never met me but you felt my presence Your father, Your son, your brother that's my essence I'm only human so I stress like you, and I'm just like you, and someday I gotta leave this flesh like you We all part of a plan that we would never truly understand in convictions, seeking confessions, but confused by the devil's hand and no of us was born killers and thieves, but its the evil we instill in the seed Am I soldier cause I run against the seed wodie? Don't nothing truly exist but your dreams wodie and any times I find myself worshiping the morning But when you catch me off track just put me back on it with ya love.... Chorus: Sons of Funk, (Master P) All my soldiers is all I have (Where do we go from here) All the bad times we went through everyday our dreams come true (Where do we go from here) You need me and I need you (Lord tell me where do we go from here) Change your ways you have time (Lord tell me where do we go from here) Verse 2: (Nas) Check it out I bought this two tickets to see these No Limit movies _Foolish_ _I Got The Hook Up!_ , me and my baby far from a hooker It's good to see young men doing something right with their life could be a the next Spielberg, I supported it I enjoyed it that night We thug millionaries, everywhere, you look we ballin' but there always gotta be somebody stupid to spoil it I call it, everytime I see it, it gets me heated this fake thugging, actin like they can't bleep shit Another coward I gotta bury, I'm hot on you secondary, we vow that you lesser than me we last forever, mask together, No Limit, Ill Will, Queensbrigde, killers cash forever You feel this, have my whole projects on an airplane to kill shit Made nigga before the money, killers taking all this from me But I learned how to chill, now I'm rightfully living Cause the clowns out here get you life in the prison.....Man Chorus: All my soldiers is all I have (Where do we go from here) All the bad times we went through everyday our dreams come true (Where do we go from here) You need me and I need you (Lord tell me where do we go from here) Change your ways why you have time (Lord tell me where do we go from here) Verse 3: (Mac) Now to you living mothers, havin' hell raising you brothers cause the baby's daddy don't love ya You still a queen ole' girl, don't let him get you down Just do your thing if he real he gonna come around but if he don't then you don't need him, he man enough to make 'em but not man enough to feed 'em and it kills him to see you suceeding so keep your head in the clouds, bump this love song loud and every bow, with your girls feeling proud your heaven-sent, and I don't understand how you settle for the scrubs it was never meant You can do better by your lonely, there's nothing like being free and it's never to late so baby go get your G.E.D If you believe in you like I know you believe in me then we can live in peace and no longer this misery your world don't stop, and ain't no limit to trys and just remember this dark is just some light in disguise and my childern say Woah... Chours: All my soldiers is all I have (Where do we go from here) All the bad times we went through everyday our dreams come true (Where do we go from here) You need me and I need you (Lord tell me where do we go from here) Change your ways why you have time (Lord tell me where do we go from here) All my soldiers is all I have (Where do we go from here) All the bad times we went through everyday our dreams come true (Where do we go from here) You need me and I need you (Lord tell me where do we go from here) Change your ways why you have time (Lord tell me where do we go from here) (Master P talking) Wassup soldiers yall keep ya'll's heads up It's hard times, we spread love from ghetto's everywhere from the south, to the east. to the world wassup Nas, wassup Mac we got chase our dreams, I'm chasing mines Picture me in tha NBA Picture me still living Picture us all making changes That's where we go from here |
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from Master P - 99 Ways To Die (1995)
It's 1995, alot of brothers done died
Alot sisters, them mothers, them fathers And aunties, and grandma's done left to cry Now he nothing but a memory, used to be a friend of me Said he'd never die, but now he's six feet deep With a tombstone, oh my god my brother's gone And I don't even even think I can go on Cause it hurts To lose someone you love to this madness And killing, murder, shoot-em-up, this game of drugs Doctors pumped his chest, my daddy said let him rest A team rolled up and put him to his final test Hands got cold, God rest his soul He walked out his body to another another episode Then the window opened Then they put him in the final frontier You know what happened in the end Chorus: I wish I could've seen him before he died (talked to him) But when they gone, that's when we realized I wish I could've seen him before he died (talked to him) But when they gone, that's when we realized Front, back, side-to-side But who will be the next victim to roll in that black ride Front, back, side-to-side It might be you The next victim to ride in that black ride Just another homicide for the West County Times Fools gettin' took out the game at the at the drop of a dime The game's gettin' deep, I toss in my sleep But would a young young live to see 2-3 Killin' don't fase, fools think i'm crazy Muslims on every corner, handin' out black daisies Name scratched off the wall, ain't no final call Used to slang bean pies, now it's 'bout that white ball Only fifteen, already got fiends And workin' the ghetto like Jack Stalk could work some beans Livin' off a high, gold ones on his ride Bitches on his side, but only livin' to retire Ain't that a shame, took him out the game Same fool he used to roll with, yelled out his name Popped in his chest, didn't wear his vest Some day his kid took his first step, he took his last breath Chorus Who's under the white sheet Somebody bring the yellow tape The ghetto took him under, today will be a sad day Ain't no time to cry, no time to shed no tears You know the way he died, the same way he lived Who was his killer, found him dead on his knees Same room with his wife, and his kid left to grieve Hopin' that this is a nightmare, one pop and he's outta there God rest his soul, left his kid in a wheelchair Scared for his life, his daddy took the ghetto flight And at the funeral, momma said boy you know it's gonna be alright But know he's gone, ain't nobody to run his home Another kingpin, stripped from the ghetto throne Lost at the game of life, ain't no time to think twice The same fool he trusted, and I sleeps with his wife Tagged his toe, strapped him in the ziplock Another another flip-flopped, pop was slangin' that crack rock Now he's gone, Amazing Grace his last song Six ballers carried him out the church, took take his his home 4 limos, 3 Cutlass, 2 El Doggs, a cop and the hearse Everybody had they lights on And when the straps pops to lower him down in the grave See it was sad the way his his family misbehaved His family cryin', but everybody gots to die But you won't feel what they feel 'Till somebody in your family dies Chorus |
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from Master P - 99 Ways To Die (1995)
It's 1995, alot of brothers done died
Alot sisters, them mothers, them fathers And aunties, and grandma's done left to cry Now he nothing but a memory, used to be a friend of me Said he'd never die, but now he's six feet deep With a tombstone, oh my god my brother's gone And I don't even even think I can go on Cause it hurts To lose someone you love to this madness And killing, murder, shoot-em-up, this game of drugs Doctors pumped his chest, my daddy said let him rest A team rolled up and put him to his final test Hands got cold, God rest his soul He walked out his body to another another episode Then the window opened Then they put him in the final frontier You know what happened in the end Chorus: I wish I could've seen him before he died (talked to him) But when they gone, that's when we realized I wish I could've seen him before he died (talked to him) But when they gone, that's when we realized Front, back, side-to-side But who will be the next victim to roll in that black ride Front, back, side-to-side It might be you The next victim to ride in that black ride Just another homicide for the West County Times Fools gettin' took out the game at the at the drop of a dime The game's gettin' deep, I toss in my sleep But would a young young live to see 2-3 Killin' don't fase, fools think i'm crazy Muslims on every corner, handin' out black daisies Name scratched off the wall, ain't no final call Used to slang bean pies, now it's 'bout that white ball Only fifteen, already got fiends And workin' the ghetto like Jack Stalk could work some beans Livin' off a high, gold ones on his ride Bitches on his side, but only livin' to retire Ain't that a shame, took him out the game Same fool he used to roll with, yelled out his name Popped in his chest, didn't wear his vest Some day his kid took his first step, he took his last breath Chorus Who's under the white sheet Somebody bring the yellow tape The ghetto took him under, today will be a sad day Ain't no time to cry, no time to shed no tears You know the way he died, the same way he lived Who was his killer, found him dead on his knees Same room with his wife, and his kid left to grieve Hopin' that this is a nightmare, one pop and he's outta there God rest his soul, left his kid in a wheelchair Scared for his life, his daddy took the ghetto flight And at the funeral, momma said boy you know it's gonna be alright But know he's gone, ain't nobody to run his home Another kingpin, stripped from the ghetto throne Lost at the game of life, ain't no time to think twice The same fool he trusted, and I sleeps with his wife Tagged his toe, strapped him in the ziplock Another another flip-flopped, pop was slangin' that crack rock Now he's gone, Amazing Grace his last song Six ballers carried him out the church, took take his his home 4 limos, 3 Cutlass, 2 El Doggs, a cop and the hearse Everybody had they lights on And when the straps pops to lower him down in the grave See it was sad the way his his family misbehaved His family cryin', but everybody gots to die But you won't feel what they feel 'Till somebody in your family dies Chorus |
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from Master P - Game Face (2002)
[Master P talking]
Look Pezee. What's happening? This how we gonna do this one here baby. Ya heard me! Ain't no stoping me and No Limit baby! [Chorus] Platium and gold it's lights out Drop Bentleys thats what im bout Been there and done the things in my life time Hustle til the day that I die Folks magizines is dont lie Been there and done the things in my life time [Master P] If a house cost less then a mill I dont want it If it say Bently you know im gon flount it I keep keep it ghetto I dont change the game I meen 85% thats a hell of a thing Now if it dont make dollars then it dont make cents I know yall lil niggaz cant do it again I meen I rock big ice and I roll with big cars I ship em platium and they brake me off Now the girls gon jock me you cant knock me I hold the street so my real thugs got me The ghetto bill and they screaming my name I worf fo hundred mill and Im still the same I meen I still drink kool aid mix it with cris I still run with the boys put 20's on 6 Bandana T-shirts call me ghetto instead 7 figgas hard hitters nothing less than that [chorus 1x] Seen cribs that jock the gold ceiling Ever been in a house with big wheeling The new 6 Im the first in line 75 million records that a hell of a rhyme I dont talk about it whodi I makes it happen Im be rich even when I stop rapping Call me Jack Pimping but it aint no front Got 2 acounting chicks just to count my money Genus book of records is where I be Take a trip to Paris to buy some silk sheets Got super models in a beana ba dam Brought a couple tour buses with studios in em And if it's cold I got minks for months Import cigars from Cuba just to smoke my blunts Cause I dun balled in a Aveator filled my dreams Fours top ten thats some hell of a green [Chorus] |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
Ughhhh hahaha Welcome to the 504 nigga the dirty south
<i>[O'Dell]</i> Living is so hard in the city of Livin' Livin' Livin' is so hard in the city <i>[2X]</i> <i>[Master P]</i> Ughhhh I'm from the city of the go getters I mean the poor niggas With niggas smelt like they richer hoes but they broke niggas And the bitches like the peapop (peapop) And the niggas ride through the hood and like to slang rocks And bitches want to make niggas into they baby daddy's And niggas still ride old school Caddies And a bunch of block parties and borrowers on the corner And niggas wish they could move to California It never rain in the sun shine cuz down here the murder rate's high And bitches love to suck a line A lot of gold teeth and nicknames like Big Suo Big Baz Hot Boy and Big Man And you might get a rep if you're a killer The city of the crawdads bad cops and drug dealers And hoes love you if you're famous But niggas representin' wards in the projects is dangerous <i>[Chorus 2X]</i> <i>[Mac]</i> Young nigga got blast at the age of fourteen the dope fiends say Bruise it up cuz he shoot it up everybody suited up screamin' God Why he was a killer and that's how most killers die I used to tell him slow his roll back in '94 He was a trippy dog runnin' from the po-po Robbin' niggas for their rangs and thangs He ran up on the wrong nigga re-arranged his brain Now check it in my city ain't no Crips and Bloods but niggas yell 3rd ward Come equiped with slugs and niggas soldier rags throwin' at those who bags Kickin' up dust chasin' paper that say in god we trust Now the five can't do nothin' for my light bill some motherfuckers Might kill for the right skrill in the city we do busy and bust And nigga ya won't fuck with us nigga what <i>[Chorus 2X]</i> |
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| from Master P - Ghetto D (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1997) | |||||
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from Master P - Ghetto D (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1997)
<i>[Master P]</i>
The game of life did change the old dope game is now called the rap game in other words you can't trust nobody money's the root of all evil I can either be your best friend or your worst nightmare (if you want me come get me how the fuck you gone take me I got my true niggas with me and we riders) <i>[2X]</i> Hit the road with motherfuckin casket closed young nigga fourteen doing death row look in the eyes of some killers drug dealers from the projects young niggas pulling hits in the ghetto to make change that cop nigga blasting on other game young villians in the ghetto starving henicy and green with a young nigga balling pull the plug if they shot me just die every nigga and bitch that tried to stop me just a young nigga tryin make skrilla learnin double it up with the killas and the drug dealers (Ugggggggggh) (if you want me come get me how the fuck you gone take me I got my true niggas with me and we riders) <i>[2X]</i> Its hard times on the blocks in the projects Call my girl up in time to flip a county check I got cocaine weed and enphadamine Pac said P keep your eyes on your enemies I ain't trusting no nigga or no bitch That's the recipe in the hood nigga to get rich Thugs keep their gats right beside them True niggas keep their gats cuz we riders Hold the gauge motherfucker while I blow his head Hit the horn motherfucker two niggas dead R.I.P. tatoos weed and henicy Blow dust to the motherfucking enemies (if you want me come get me how the fuck you gone take me I got my true niggas with me and we riders) <i>[2X]</i> In school with pencils pass and books in the ghetto with in Tex in killers and crooks I done seen bloodshed over blood money I done niggas kill over drug money got the game from some OG ballin down here 3rd world cali or new orleans I won't change till they bury me a paid nigga I won't change cuz P is a made nigga I got killers and dealers on my side I got homies and jackals ready to ride got the game in my vein cuz I'm bout this how many niggas out there really doubt this (if you want me come get me how the fuck you gone take me I got my true niggas with me and we riders) <i>[2X]</i> <i>[Mac]</i> Camaflauge and all that murder murder kill kill and shit Bad nigga from the bricks blood on my kicks Seen it all in the project halls and the street corners Never choked even when those folks ran up on us Solider rag sag on my eye no lie Fuck with me for sure die no lie How many niggas follow my lead the envious swallow my feed Laying niggas down (lay em down nigga) like apollo creed if need Got my game from that nigga versal keep your enemies close Shoot first and show the fakers no mercy Never dance with them youngsters In your life nigga you don't wanna live amongst us We ain't right I was born in it y'all niggas was sworn in it Fuck around get your whole click torn in it Bullet proof vest cover my chest So you best aim for my brain if you try to put me to rest (we riders) (if you want me come get me how the fuck you gone take me I got my true niggas with me and we riders) <i>[2X]</i> |
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from Master P - Good Side Bad Side (2004)
<i>[Chorus: repeat 2X]</i>
Shake it girl, work it girl Us thugs, we like them girlz Little mama wit alla that (Heyy) Let me tell you where the partys at (oohh oohh) No Limits where the ballas at (over here) We pop bottles like we quarterbacks hey girl won't you do that dance lookin good mami, won't you shake that thing I like your style and the way you move you make a thug wanna get wit you <i>[Silkk]</i> When I come through Dawg you no I'm fly <i>[Master P]</i> It's about to jump off <i>[Silkk]</i> when I stop by <i>[Master P]</i> we ain't LL but we jus those type of guys thugs in the club with them bottles in the sky My wrist sittin on 24 carats Rookies tuckin in they chains they must be embarassed <i>[Silkk]</i> I slide through grab a couple of bottles later on fly threw grab a couple of models you a balla you outside or in I pulled up theres more outside then in niggaz in the parkin lot sparkin blunts like if you ain't on 20's or above don't park out front some couple of dudes ran up the street tried to park and run get back to the spot once I get back to the yact <i>[Master P]</i> I'm on the dance floor with trina and tasha I'm a actor so its juice and vodka tell the waiter more champagne for shorty we in a V.I.P. and bout to get naughty <i>[Chorus: repeat 2X]</i> Shake it girl, work it girl Us thugs, we like them girlz <i>[Curren$y]</i> Call me on a sunday you no a dawg could roll through in a black 350z with no roof excuse me I don't no what they told you but I'm gettin in for free anywhere that I go to curren$y the high spitter got hella flows rock platinum rolls white, yellow gold got the world in my hand won't let it go I'm not a lightweight cuz I got heavy dough young dude ice so chunky game so smooth thats why they want me ooh too cool way to flossy if thats your boo you better get her off me <i>[Chorus: repeat 2X]</i> Shake it girl, work it girl Us thugs, we like them girlz |
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from 504 Boyz - Ballers (2002)
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 [Chorus x2] |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Ok P, I think they done fucked up now, right?
We have to bring the headbusters down From that 504, ya'll know wha w bout, ya heard me? *These bitch niggas can't fuck wit' us We bust I guess I gotta show you niggas you could be touched. Me and my souljas, we be bout, 50 deep The life that we livin' we can't slip or sleep I'm from that 405 backwards WhereI fell in these tractors Where niggas ride around wit' 20's spinnin' on adaptors. I'm from the Terrordome Where niggas sport hair and bone And there's one major label in this city, and each is own. No love for hoes Cuz they'll leave you wit' your shit exposed Set you up And get cut And act like they don't know fuck I'm from that dirty Where niggas will kill behind that birdie We use words like say brah and bitch you heard me. War and collide Fuck wit' us and fo' sho die HIt yo' block from both sides GC's sick and tired These niggas don't play Thinkin' it's a fuckin' game Bitch hide you rear, but too, we struck to your fuckin' brain. Better ask them niggas do they really want war They'll tell you ah, nope, not wit' Spade dawg Shit's real Get your cap peeled Feel your blood spill Keep this snub, no steel Cuz these thugs will kill It's war wit' this six slugs Known to sell drugs Down south, thugged out, never gave a fuck Everybody in this muthafucka down to bust 504, nothin' but murderas among us Ghetto Commission rippin' them niggas up alone the choppers. TSO know that the ghetto niggas street stoppers. 504, the Westbanks comin' real 504, them other niggas know the deal *Repeat (x2) Nigga can't be fucked wit', dawg, nigga, no way. We make niggas go to the FEDz, so they can relocate. While ya'll do it for a couple of hours, we do it for the whole day. If I gotta do somethin', shit, you know I gots ta hold weight. War, we about that nigga Fuck wit' my clique, I doubt that nigga Leave the keys in the car, hop up out that nigga Cuz we about the figgas Still about the triggas To myself, type of nigga that'llstay in the cut Lil' quiet ass niggas, really don't say much Hatas, confrence calls tomorrow, tryin' to make up. No pistols play slim nigga, hardly lift no weights up. Project nigga, sip Henny in a cup 19 on the Sedan, come through 20's on the truck. Thugged out NIgga, I love this clout Put it down for my niggas, plus I love the South See these niggas that I roll wit', don't gotta second guess that. They'll put it there, where your chest at Tank around my neck, ya'll better respect that I don't fight, if you got hands (guns fire) you'll catch that. *Repeat (x2) Now Fuck it Murder your muthafuckin' ass nigga Ghetto Commission nigga And that nigga Silkk Haha, and Krazy I'm just thuggin' It's all love, babe This No Limit shit deep nigga You niggas can't swim Don't get in the muthafuckin' water Cuz you'll get a bomb bitch We don't give a fuck It's ain't no love Nothin' but thugs DRAMA! |
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from Master P - Good Side Bad Side (2004)
[Chorus - x2]
[Master P] These boys don't talk a lot (ooh oooh) My soldiers don't run to the cops (ooh oooh) We got beef then we keep 'em cocked The new No Limit, we all we got [Master P] Now if you in, then you in From the streets to the pen That shit that happened last year won't happen a-fuckin-gain The only way out is to die my nigga Fuck with the mob we gonna ride my nigga See I ain't the nigga that said I'm done this year I'm the nigga that said we run this here And we in it for the money, fuck the fame and the glory I ain't tryin' to get y'all to love me by tellin' false stories This from the heart nigga, I speak the truth You don't fuck with me, then I don't fuck with you And if you never sold dope, you don't know how I feel And you ain't gotta get shot to be motherfuckin' real [Chorus - x2] How the fuck you monkeys gonna go up against Godzilla? |
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from Master P - Ice Cream Man (1996)
[Master P]
Check this out playa. These niggas be quick to check another playa ya know what I'm sayin? But see that big booty bitch them niggas be rollin with? That bitch that they be buying all that jewelry for and gettin they hair fixed. That's goin be that bitch that's gonna get em killed if they don't watch what they doin. Ya know what I'm sayin? See what I'm sayin though. You gotta watch these old cornroll head bitches man. [Mo B. Dick] Chorus Fools PH'in, rollin on Dayton's, but you better watch dees hoes x2 [Master P] (Some of these hoes jack) Wendy look cool but this is a bad move Jump in your Benz and pick up another dude Ain't that some shit G That bitch say she loves you now she loves me And the game get wicked She only fuckin with a nigga cause you slangin chicken And if you was broke then you would know That bitch only hangin with a nigga cause he slang dough And wipe off that develish grin Cause when you dead and gone she'll be fuckin your best friend Now that's kinda hectic Make me wanna pop a bitch neck and move back to Texas [Mo B. Dick] Chorus x2 [Silkk] Um, well some of these niggas will jack but these hoes a jack too They be like lemme borrow your pencil so you can jack who Now um what, a nigga like me TRU so I don't play that game that you hoes play But I won't stay where you stay Now this be the time where the 9 be like buckin I gots no time to play I use these hoes when I be duckin Fuck what, these hoes be like scandelous, I don't understand it Niggas be riding by my SEL, some of these hoes be like man it When Silkk be at the crib countin my stack up Bangin my sack up, you hoes better back up before I leave you jacked up [Mo B. Dick] Chorus x2 [Mr. Serv-On] Do you see what I see Along with Silkk and P Do you know what I know Definately not click clack goes that glock I'll be damned if I'm gonna let some hoe hit me for my Prego nots Once I hit that G spot, you know I'm long like some stretch pots I ain't trippin if some hoes look like Robin Givens I'm shootin a three to the grill like Scottie Pippen Hell yeah I'm trippin My homie got his wig split on a pussy trip Since then hoes and money and pussy can never be my friend We can fuck till the end and when the morning comes If you flakin bitch I'm a leave your whole fuckin body shaking [Master P] Damn, yall niggas better be watchin these old bitches that be tryin to get a nigga for cabbage and cornbread. [Mo B. Dick] Chorus x2 [Tre-8] Now since I'm gettin paid a gang of bitches wanna sweat me Claimin that they pregnant and them hoes just met me I hate to bust your bubble and I hope your not emberrassed But I only fucked you once so why you talkin bout marriage I only hit and run bitch I'm too young to chill And I never say I love ya cause I know it ain't for real So chill with that dumb shit cause I'm the one that run shit And I ain't even try to hear that stupid shit you come with Dumb bitch I guess you figure I'm a pimp right So don't playa hate me, bitches get your shit tight [Mo B. Dick] Chorus x2 |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
<i>[Master P]</i>
Every soldier got a story to tell <i>[Fiend]</i> I done been through it all Don't ask the way I shoot cuz I done shot (uggh) Put a tank on my block Fiend gone get the scene hot Greens and rocks Burnin' flesh Have you ever smelled nigga? Been tapped up, ready to die from mail niggas Straight goin' to hell But livin' the dirty, dirty Havin' yah mama worry That (?) Tired of being blast at, but didn't cast that I done asked for my life, and right there was laughed at But when I backtracked, (?) Blast back Told 'em to cast that, take these rounds and add that But fact is you don't fuckin' choose yo' wars Or be like me muthafucka and do it with two guns <i>[Chorus-Master P x3]</i> Check my war wounds (uggggh) My war wounds (ugggh) Every soldier got a story to tell <i>[Master P]</i> My adversarys get popped Got me runnin' from cops The ghetto life be a dime Got me carryin' two glocks My enemies is bad Chop limes of grass Drive-bys and rags And representin' red and blue flags See I got fools from the ghetto Like my cousin' Jimmy wear permanent metals My evidence is satus with hoes Bloody Polos Pullin' in car do's And cut up Jabos <i>[Chorus-Master P x2]</i> <i>[Silkk the Shocker]</i> I'm down tah blast for my homies And cash for my homies Even if I'm old G I'll be down to ride and die If the hood call me That's why I be hustin' every day Could you imagine me with no stash? Like a bank with no cash Tryna' drive a car with no gas And fuck one day with no tag? Shotgun with no class Window with no glass Or all you girls with no ass See I'm a risky rider Caliope crawler A Down South Hustla Plus a head buster from New Orleans See I gotta be a paid nigga A made nigga Be the nigga to bust yo' shit And the nigga tah be the grave digga See my tattoos reveal some of the shit I done did But the move of other niggas that bout it Feel the shit I do just tah live See I been scared, popped at, and shot at But I live an eye for eye So the enemies I ain't forgot that <i>[Chorus-Master P x2]</i> <i>[Mystikal]</i> It's real, shit's real check my war wounds This here real life, ain't no fuckin' cartoons I'm the Saudi Arabian death killin' veteran on the tube Either me or you right here Come back and hang out in my room I done shot my rifle, trained to kill Got blood on my fatiques Once you in ain't no turnin' back Lay yo' ass over seas Might as well handle your business There's no overcome to this shit Be on yo' Ps and Qs nigga Don't cry like no bitch You see a weak nigga, that's a beat nigga And fuck a stead nigga, that's a dead nigga Tell my mama not to worry bout me why I'm gone If I die bitch, box me up and ship me back home Bury me in the N.O. with my stripes on my chest Tell them muthafuckas that I did my best Middle finga pointin' sayin' fuck Iraq If you don't believe me check my combat pack <i>[Chorus-Master P x3]</i> <i>[Snoop Dogg]</i> I got a muthafuckin' story to tell Nigga, nigga what? A muthafuckin' story to tell (What?) Fool, I got a muthafuckin' story tah tell And every nigga in the jail cell knows it well I shank niggas, bank niggas Do mo' fo' show Seven cluckas, fake dough Stayin' way cut throat I hang out, slang out, at hotel rooms Up all night gettin' in gun fights I strike my head on the wall Seven Eight ward Eastside, rollin' dubs Call me big Snoop Dogg Follow me, and you'll see how Gs move It's written on my face I takes my war wounds Been around drama since me and my mama Use to listen to oldies That's why I'm so old G Look, when half of you niggas couldn't come outside When ya'll was learnin how tah sing I was learnin' how tah bang and ride Fo' sho' bro, I told yah Im'a gangsta soulja, blowin' doja What a story tah tell.. |
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from Snoop Dogg - Snoop Dogg Presents My #1 Priority (2010)
<i>[Master P]</i>
Every soldier got a story to tell <i>[Fiend]</i> I done been through it all Don't ask the way I shoot cuz I done shot (uggh) Put a tank on my block Fiend gone get the scene hot Greens and rocks Burnin' flesh Have you ever smelled nigga? Been tapped up, ready to die from mail niggas Straight goin' to hell But livin' the dirty, dirty Havin' yah mama worry That (?) Tired of being blast at, but didn't cast that I done asked for my life, and right there was laughed at But when I backtracked, (?) Blast back Told 'em to cast that, take these rounds and add that But fact is you don't fuckin' choose yo' wars Or be like me muthafucka and do it with two guns <i>[Chorus-Master P x3]</i> Check my war wounds (uggggh) My war wounds (ugggh) Every soldier got a story to tell <i>[Master P]</i> My adversarys get popped Got me runnin' from cops The ghetto life be a dime Got me carryin' two glocks My enemies is bad Chop limes of grass Drive-bys and rags And representin' red and blue flags See I got fools from the ghetto Like my cousin' Jimmy wear permanent metals My evidence is satus with hoes Bloody Polos Pullin' in car do's And cut up Jabos <i>[Chorus-Master P x2]</i> <i>[Silkk the Shocker]</i> I'm down tah blast for my homies And cash for my homies Even if I'm old G I'll be down to ride and die If the hood call me That's why I be hustin' every day Could you imagine me with no stash? Like a bank with no cash Tryna' drive a car with no gas And fuck one day with no tag? Shotgun with no class Window with no glass Or all you girls with no ass See I'm a risky rider Caliope crawler A Down South Hustla Plus a head buster from New Orleans See I gotta be a paid nigga A made nigga Be the nigga to bust yo' shit And the nigga tah be the grave digga See my tattoos reveal some of the shit I done did But the move of other niggas that bout it Feel the shit I do just tah live See I been scared, popped at, and shot at But I live an eye for eye So the enemies I ain't forgot that <i>[Chorus-Master P x2]</i> <i>[Mystikal]</i> It's real, shit's real check my war wounds This here real life, ain't no fuckin' cartoons I'm the Saudi Arabian death killin' veteran on the tube Either me or you right here Come back and hang out in my room I done shot my rifle, trained to kill Got blood on my fatiques Once you in ain't no turnin' back Lay yo' ass over seas Might as well handle your business There's no overcome to this shit Be on yo' Ps and Qs nigga Don't cry like no bitch You see a weak nigga, that's a beat nigga And fuck a stead nigga, that's a dead nigga Tell my mama not to worry bout me why I'm gone If I die bitch, box me up and ship me back home Bury me in the N.O. with my stripes on my chest Tell them muthafuckas that I did my best Middle finga pointin' sayin' fuck Iraq If you don't believe me check my combat pack <i>[Chorus-Master P x3]</i> <i>[Snoop Dogg]</i> I got a muthafuckin' story to tell Nigga, nigga what? A muthafuckin' story to tell (What?) Fool, I got a muthafuckin' story tah tell And every nigga in the jail cell knows it well I shank niggas, bank niggas Do mo' fo' show Seven cluckas, fake dough Stayin' way cut throat I hang out, slang out, at hotel rooms Up all night gettin' in gun fights I strike my head on the wall Seven Eight ward Eastside, rollin' dubs Call me big Snoop Dogg Follow me, and you'll see how Gs move It's written on my face I takes my war wounds Been around drama since me and my mama Use to listen to oldies That's why I'm so old G Look, when half of you niggas couldn't come outside When ya'll was learnin how tah sing I was learnin' how tah bang and ride Fo' sho' bro, I told yah Im'a gangsta soulja, blowin' doja What a story tah tell.. |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Did you call a taxi
Yea Where you going my brother Uptown. Ya heard me Calliope 36-49 go cross the Bra Bridge and make a left *I'll be hangin uptown (hangin) With my niggas Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea x2 Uptown baby, don't clown baby It's going down baby, I'm with my rounds baby Uptown CP3, nigga my block stay hot You rally dirty war, nigga I got it on lock From the Mac to the Meph to the Calliope Nigga in the bricks at night fool anything goes Rose Tavern is the spot were I stash the glock Hoody Hoo, Run forest here comes the cops Nigga second line badge where my peeps get killed R.I.P. T' shirts nigga to remember the real Sam Skulley got killed and Big Glen got Life My lil cousin Jimmy did 8 but now he's trying to change his life *Repeat (x2) Now let me take you to the land of the choppers pussy poppers and body droppers crooked cops and quarter shops when the cop shopper you get your hands on a a bird don't say a word there is a million coke spots with no coke to serve when you see them nigga swerve in the Lexus and you can't get no buss pass to get your ski mask, and get a click but make sure it niggas you been fucking with get a bitch bout that murder, murder and sucking dick on the slick doe, cause they pulling akickdoes and I think it was them nigga out that Thomas cause they had them black macs and bombers but you didn't hear that me, I can't talk, I can't see look matter fact when it happen, I was overseas with P and that how a nigga be, I be on GT with wears and boots when them fucking people spin in, my niggas holla "OOP OOP" and if a nigga find ya, we second line behind ya blow some ganja in your memories sportin Tee's to remind ya we still *Repeat (x2) Now if you looking for me playa when I'm down in the city you wanna get with me then hit me or come in that Calliope and get me for real ask Whine and Eyes I be down in the cut me, Boo Gee and Tee Dee we be tearing shit up feel my rounds, uptown them tuff guys on the block just like Slim and Marcello they got that Nolia on lock and that Rose Tavern I'm chillling right in front of Randall pictures they hit cha but ask Victor where gonna always be with cha I'll let Lil Cory tell a story while he down in the 5th I hit the spliff, pass the twirk and yell CP3 We make a move and bounce the House of Blues full of Tequila, we left the dagger shop them po po's sweating the block and now it's back to the Calliope (it's back to the Calliope) the driveway of the middle of 3rd Ward code I represent it lil daddy cause it's a Calliope thing and uptown is the place where I chill and hang *Repeat (x2) |
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from Master P - Ghetto Postage (Edt) (2000)
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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from Master P - Ghetto Postage (2002)
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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from Master P - Ghetto D (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1997)
ugh ha, do that to one of those tenderonies
and uh, that mean you trying to do something I'm trying to do something, ya'll hear that chorus: the eye contact that you and I share make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear if I could I would and I ain't even frontin I'm gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something the eye contact that you and I share make me wanna be real and make these niggas disappear if I could I would and I ain't even frontin I'm gonna be blunt with ya, look I'm trying to do something maybe it's the bud in me, or the thug in P got these ghetto hoties wanting to put they love in me I'm a G from the CP3 and dedicated screaming No Limit Soldiers and these playa haters hate it relax shorty, hit the blunt, drop the Ruger come close to a nigga, let the P seduce ya work it like a Solo Flex, say you wanna a ruff-neck Cristal and strawberries, weed smoking, rough sex I want you to open your legs as wide as you could so I can hit from the back with this nickle plated wood up and down like a roller coaster from your stomach to your back let a gangsta poke ya I ain't trippin, never slippin cause I got straps 9 months later, we ain't bustin no caps crispy clean, no strings attached little bump-n-grind, miss thang are you with that CHORUS I heard you want a romance wont you lay up there and give me the chance I ain't saying romance, now what you to be enhanced I'm matured enough, and I ain't approached you for nothing and the reason I came up off cause you workig with something now I done had a little herb, now I done build up the nerve on top of that my head tight from everything the boss serve I'm pitching, cause your curves got me wanting to slide home and prove that I flip other things besides ounz tel your girl you're gone, baby you gots to rome he leaving with things, he get it on, get it on you cold make me moan, so you up for screwing me please use engenuity when you doing me damn you ??? blues with you matching hot shoes pretty legs but knees gone get bruised there's no one gonna get used ?????????? straight to the point shorty look I'm trying to do something CHORUS back stage at the concerts peepin you wanted me to see you and I'm thinking about creepin far from home, destination unknown, rock bone hotel booked and I don't wanta be alone maybe it's the tone got me visualizing this song camouflauge love all night making me moan thug passion, in the back seat ripping off your fashion run and tell your girls about your night with the assassin I'm here tonight and the vibe is right red and blue lights are glowing over Brian McKnight but tomorrow my flight, and I'll be outta your sight take my address down so you can write but for now lets do something fuck the frontin and the talking my dogs just about barkin take your outfit off and put the soldiers shit on and go to the war with me pager number's on the desk hit me when you trying to do something CHORUS |
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from Master P - Souljas (2000)
{*woman SCREAMING*}
[Master P] Guess who's back.. it's Freddy? NAH, P BITCH! WHASSSSSSUP? Ah-HAHAHAHAHA [Chorus: repeat 2X] Trick or treat whodi.. where you be whodi? I'm right 'cross the street whodi And I think I seen the beast whodi! [Master P] It must be Halloween, ya heard me? It all happened at once I'm in the middle of the hood rollin a black and orange blunt My mind fucked up, I done seen a black cat {*ROWR!*} Put my hand on my gat and took three steps back Ran up the block it was like a movie I seen a big haunted house with a chick in a jacuzzi I knocked on the doors {*DING-DONG*} and it broke the mirror {*CRASH*} I got seven days of bad luck and a dog with no liver(??) It must be a nightmare, but I'm bout to wake up Then I put my nail in the keyhole {*door*} and jumped in the truck {*engine revs*} Headed to the club, the party's off the hook Until I ran into this nigga that I knew was a crook He said... onnnnne, twoooooo... they comin for you Threeee, fourrrrr... better lock your door {*animal roars*} Nah, fuck the world, I'm about to go for mines Cause I'm trapped in this dream like I'm trapped in crime I see this younger ??, hair looked just like Eve And I'm thinkin to myself, what the fuck is she doin in New Orleans? Now is this a curse, or shit I did bad Or my mind playin tricks cause I snatched a kid's bag [Chorus] [Slay Sean] Yeah it's nighttime, the right time to do crime Niggaz hustle, and watch out for po'-nine It's showtime, raisin hell {*ROAR!*} one more time Thugs move, no rules bottom line You got into the sunset to speak your mind {*SCREE!*} Run - lock your doors, the streets is mine Niggaz wild out, {*SCREE!*} throw eggs, the people beg October 31st niggaz need to be caged No remorse {*SCREE!*} you done heard my force Takin, what we want, by means of all sorts It's the way of life, payback's a bitch, pay the price Somebody gotta suffer, even po-lice When the streets is dark and cold you fear for your life You know you hear the screams {*SCREAM*} it's a horrible sight Nobody fiends, they just wanna survive the night Twelve hours of mayhem as you beg for life [Chorus] [Master P] Trick or TREAT, kiddies! Bout to deliver the mail once again "Ghetto Postage," all platinum BITCH! I TOLD Y'ALL EVERYBODY Y'ALL CAN'T FUCK WITH NO LIMIT (hahahaha) Who's laughin now, WHODI? Hehehehe, trick or treat! Junebug, you better take that mask off and get your little bitch-ass inside! |
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from Master P - Souljas (2000)
{*woman SCREAMING*}
[Master P] Guess who's back.. it's Freddy? NAH, P BITCH! WHASSSSSSUP? Ah-HAHAHAHAHA [Chorus: repeat 2X] Trick or treat whodi.. where you be whodi? I'm right 'cross the street whodi And I think I seen the beast whodi! [Master P] It must be Halloween, ya heard me? It all happened at once I'm in the middle of the hood rollin a black and orange blunt My mind fucked up, I done seen a black cat {*ROWR!*} Put my hand on my gat and took three steps back Ran up the block it was like a movie I seen a big haunted house with a chick in a jacuzzi I knocked on the doors {*DING-DONG*} and it broke the mirror {*CRASH*} I got seven days of bad luck and a dog with no liver(??) It must be a nightmare, but I'm bout to wake up Then I put my nail in the keyhole {*door*} and jumped in the truck {*engine revs*} Headed to the club, the party's off the hook Until I ran into this nigga that I knew was a crook He said... onnnnne, twoooooo... they comin for you Threeee, fourrrrr... better lock your door {*animal roars*} Nah, fuck the world, I'm about to go for mines Cause I'm trapped in this dream like I'm trapped in crime I see this younger ??, hair looked just like Eve And I'm thinkin to myself, what the fuck is she doin in New Orleans? Now is this a curse, or shit I did bad Or my mind playin tricks cause I snatched a kid's bag [Chorus] [Slay Sean] Yeah it's nighttime, the right time to do crime Niggaz hustle, and watch out for po'-nine It's showtime, raisin hell {*ROAR!*} one more time Thugs move, no rules bottom line You got into the sunset to speak your mind {*SCREE!*} Run - lock your doors, the streets is mine Niggaz wild out, {*SCREE!*} throw eggs, the people beg October 31st niggaz need to be caged No remorse {*SCREE!*} you done heard my force Takin, what we want, by means of all sorts It's the way of life, payback's a bitch, pay the price Somebody gotta suffer, even po-lice When the streets is dark and cold you fear for your life You know you hear the screams {*SCREAM*} it's a horrible sight Nobody fiends, they just wanna survive the night Twelve hours of mayhem as you beg for life [Chorus] [Master P] Trick or TREAT, kiddies! Bout to deliver the mail once again "Ghetto Postage," all platinum BITCH! I TOLD Y'ALL EVERYBODY Y'ALL CAN'T FUCK WITH NO LIMIT (hahahaha) Who's laughin now, WHODI? Hehehehe, trick or treat! Junebug, you better take that mask off and get your little bitch-ass inside! |
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from Master P - Souljas (2000)
{*woman SCREAMING*}
[Master P] Guess who's back.. it's Freddy? NAH, P BITCH! WHASSSSSSUP? Ah-HAHAHAHAHA [Chorus: repeat 2X] Trick or treat whodi.. where you be whodi? I'm right 'cross the street whodi And I think I seen the beast whodi! [Master P] It must be Halloween, ya heard me? It all happened at once I'm in the middle of the hood rollin a black and orange blunt My mind fucked up, I done seen a black cat {*ROWR!*} Put my hand on my gat and took three steps back Ran up the block it was like a movie I seen a big haunted house with a chick in a jacuzzi I knocked on the doors {*DING-DONG*} and it broke the mirror {*CRASH*} I got seven days of bad luck and a dog with no liver(??) It must be a nightmare, but I'm bout to wake up Then I put my nail in the keyhole {*door*} and jumped in the truck {*engine revs*} Headed to the club, the party's off the hook Until I ran into this nigga that I knew was a crook He said... onnnnne, twoooooo... they comin for you Threeee, fourrrrr... better lock your door {*animal roars*} Nah, fuck the world, I'm about to go for mines Cause I'm trapped in this dream like I'm trapped in crime I see this younger ??, hair looked just like Eve And I'm thinkin to myself, what the fuck is she doin in New Orleans? Now is this a curse, or shit I did bad Or my mind playin tricks cause I snatched a kid's bag [Chorus] [Slay Sean] Yeah it's nighttime, the right time to do crime Niggaz hustle, and watch out for po'-nine It's showtime, raisin hell {*ROAR!*} one more time Thugs move, no rules bottom line You got into the sunset to speak your mind {*SCREE!*} Run - lock your doors, the streets is mine Niggaz wild out, {*SCREE!*} throw eggs, the people beg October 31st niggaz need to be caged No remorse {*SCREE!*} you done heard my force Takin, what we want, by means of all sorts It's the way of life, payback's a bitch, pay the price Somebody gotta suffer, even po-lice When the streets is dark and cold you fear for your life You know you hear the screams {*SCREAM*} it's a horrible sight Nobody fiends, they just wanna survive the night Twelve hours of mayhem as you beg for life [Chorus] [Master P] Trick or TREAT, kiddies! Bout to deliver the mail once again "Ghetto Postage," all platinum BITCH! I TOLD Y'ALL EVERYBODY Y'ALL CAN'T FUCK WITH NO LIMIT (hahahaha) Who's laughin now, WHODI? Hehehehe, trick or treat! Junebug, you better take that mask off and get your little bitch-ass inside! |
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from Master P - Ice Cream Man (1996)
[Chorus x 4]
Time To Check My Crackhouse, my crackhouse, my crackhouse [Verse 1] The P rat a tat It's time to start checkin' shit I'm the wrong nigga in the projects to be fuckin' with Man get that Mack-11 It's time for some drama Any nigga come up short with the cheese gonna see his momma Gone off that powda and slippin' that 4 I'm bout ta lay it down with this muthafuckin' toy You bitches better break me off my money cuz I'm crazy Girl you ain't got my cash You won't see your baby Put my dope in the baggies I mean the bumble up Dollar bills in my fuckin' pocket tightly crumbled up 50's in my mouth got my goddamn tongue num but when I walk on the set Bitch I'm gonna leave you dumb Break me off my cash I ain't takin' no shorts I'm aimin' that Tek-9 right at your heart Ain't no fuckin' return from the dead I'm ready to kill bitch I'm the wrong nigga in the game to be fuckin' with I'm kickin' doors down Tryna' get my money Leavin' fiends on the ground Face down like dummies You better have the cash or your ass in the body bag Killa murda muthafucka I ain't runnin' from the tads Rat-a-tat-tat is the sound from my gat I told you muthafuckas that you won't be coming back You came up short with the muthafuckin' grits That's why yo ass got caught up in some gangsta shit Call me the black rambo Cuz I don't give a fuck And just like my boy said Yo ass got plucked You shoulda came right with my money You started smokin' That's why I had to break you off some tokens So jump on the bus ride to hell bitch I'm gonna let your know who the fuck you be fuckin' with Tha M-A-STER to the muthafuckin' P And I ain't takin' no shorts with ya'll niggas with my D [Chorus x 4] [Verse 2] Went Into the crackhouse and opened up the safe One nigga at the door lookin' at me hellah fake I played it off like it was fuckin good G That's when I told my man Hit 'em with the oozi! That's it 1-2-times rat a tatta One nigga on the ground lookin' like a eggo plater But I ain't even trippin' Gotta show them I ain't fakin' Cuz if these other niggas get me for some bacon I started counting my dope Everything was cool black Headed to the front Got them fiends walkin' in the back I ain't even trippin' Ain't no time to serve these fiends I got 40 g's and two fuckin' keys headed to the bienz to put the fuckin' cash up Jumped on the freeway nigga fuckin' dashed bro Think I see the rollers behind me through the rear-view But I ain't even trippin' cuz I ran through clear view Stopped at Egg-Zone tried to get some gas That's when I see two robbers on my ass Played it all cold Told B to get that pistol Jumped back in the bienz shoulda seen they head whistle I wen't back to the house and my homie want some flour I ain't Scarface but got the money and the power They call me Nino Brown Or fuckin' Frank Nitty But if you come up short There's gonna be some shit up in my city [chorus x 4] Am I My Brothers Keep (x 6) |
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from Master P - Ice Cream Man (1996)
-Uhhh, niggas than fucked up
-Nigga, its time to roll -Pass me them nigga chasers -Time to do a 187 -Its time for a murder -If you a G nigga, load your shit up Some nigga got some bad ice cream Came short on the gizzo ?? hit the window, gacks out your window I'm goin crazy Niggas can't fase me If you come up short, niggas bout to read daisies This your final call, I mean your final breath And when I hit you with that tech i'm bout to put you to rest I'm crazy, psycho and outie Niggas can't fuck with me the set is fuckin cloudy Lay your ass face down on your stomach You know you dead for fuckin with my money P don't take no shit Everyday all day I'm breakin bread 24/7 Tryin to get paid And lose these hoes in the dope game Cause I be crazy, psycho call me the murder man Hustler, baller put you in the ?? and call 911 in your pager And haul you And when you call back you dead bitch You bust up my Chevy now Mr. who you playin with Its time to face death Last fall, last dash, your last jump I'm a let you live, psyche Chorus: Its time for a 187 I think I see the enemy A 187 I think I see the enemy This will be your last drink Lets make it a Bloody Mary Just did a hoot ride Meaning a homicide Did a drive-by fuckin them from the southside To Richmond, California niggas don't give a fuck But if you come shizzort, you in that black truck Get you nose swollen, I mean your neck broken When we break you off that 44 Face down cause its danger Niggas from the south keep one up in the chamber I mean we Gs Who you be, what set you with Nigga do you know me If you don't than you dead Ain't no love for cockroaches, cause roaches get sprayed And ain't no bitch in my hood cause I'm TRU See my tattoo, TRU cross my stomach Eyes ?? up all night countin drug money But ready to roll with my homies And after the party, once again its on G Chorus: I'm gone off that douja I think I see a roader That ain't gone stop me from takin your head off your shoulder I'm from the projects, we live a eye for eye When you fuck with mine's you gotta die And your name get scratched off the wall bitch There you go, just took a fall trick If them No Limit tanks don't hit Than them gacks start spittin You better run like the running man But if you ain't Schwarzenetger, bitch this your last game That beam at your forehead I don't give a fuck, you can't run from the infrared I when I catch you, you murder Lying on you back, stuck like a turtle Got your head weaving and waddling Crying, you scared to die you slobbin You beggin for you life I'm a give you somethin to make you feel alright Chorus: |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
[Chorus - Master P]
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? |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
[Chorus - Master P]
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? |
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from 504 Boyz - Ballers (2002)
Tight Whips
(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 |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Hoody-Hoo
where they at, where they at where the thug girls at (Over Here Whodi) where they at, where they at, where the thug girls at (Over Here Whodi) where they at, where they at where the thug girls at (Overe Here Whodi) where they at, where they at where the thug girls at out that 504 where the thug girls at out that 310 where the thug girls at out that 202 where the thug girls at claiming red and blue. I heard you jockin' Master P cause he got a mercedes A bubble eye hummer but the feds can't fade me you just wanna ride girls jump inside cause I'm a 3rd ward nigga til the day that I die I only fuck with thug girls when I'm on tha block and i don't mess with no hoes that say they hot All my fighting girls grab da gat grab da gat and all ya stuntin ass bitches step back (ya heard me) *where the thug girls at (Over Here Whodi) where they at, where they at x4 They wish they knew I want a girl like you Well, girl gotta be from the hood, but you gotta know what to do Like beta hold the bricks, beta hold the clips but when night time comes u gotta better hold da sh.... Now from the streets give me the heat you gotta know what to do wit it, Taz hit ya you be like I don't know who did it Take the gunz off you guys never be like you did it Real chick only let you hit it Respectin by my clique stayin by her man In public business unload get wild and thangs She's real thats why i took her money and ice her up If a chick gets outta line respectin me she gonna slice her up If I give her some money she gonna know how to flip that and if I gotta go somewhere she gonna hold it down til I get back so Hoody Hoo if you about doin somethin and hoody hoo if you about doin no stuntin *Repeat (x4) It's about a fight tho we can fuck Baby waste no time What you like in your drink girl lemon or lime The way you shake on the dance floor got me hot Lets Drive around the lake til we find the spot I aint suprised that you gotta man baby its cool Gimme one night with ya girl I bet you'll leave that fool He probably thank you went to work when you came to the club you aint lookin for afection you need a thug I'll be straight up with you baby dont be his lady A nigga like big lips cause I love some head and if your girl wanna join I'm down with that she can lick a niggas nuts while i hit ya from the back *Repeat (x4) There they go in that 212 There they go in that 402 There they go in that 305 There they go in that 415 There they go in that 219 There they go ,there they go, there they go, There they go ,there they go, there they go, Yo, Krazy Silkk Nigga, Grab a few of these thug girls Let's go have one of those Gangsta Parties, ya heard me? No Limit style we gonna ball til we fall Soulja rest in all nigga |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
<i>[Master P]</i>
Yo Snoop, you and Silkk remember that shit called dumb girl? Well check this shit out, I got one called thug girl. Ha ha ha ha I'm looking for a thug girl Where they at, where they at, where they at Where they at, where they at Where they at, where they at, where they at Where they at, where they at I'm looking for a thug girl Where they at, where they at, where they at Where they at, where they at Where they at I heard you jocking Master P cause he got a Mercedes And you wanna be his lady and probably have his baby You just wanna ride and get inside So yall can roll around town like Bonnie and Clyde But we don't trip we just pack that heat How many thug nigga bitches wanna ride with me Thug girl Where they at, where they at, where they at Where they at, where they at I'm looking for a thug girl Where they at, where they at, where they at Where they at, where they at <i>[Snoop Dogg]</i> Hey yo P, trip, these hollywood hoes is cute But they braids is ??, I don't know I'd rather fuck with a thug girl Cause they're minus some steady, so here we go I had one named Valore she owned a clothes store And she wanted to roll with a nigga like me on tour I said look here girl, are you so sure And she said Doggy Dogg, there's nothing I want more Your the best thing I ever had I wanna love you forever and make you my babies dad I aint mad but I aint glad Besides, I rise a bitch and I can't be had She wanted to take the ring off my finger So I slapped the bitch up like we was on Jerry Springer I had to teach her cause she loved to tangle Don't you know that thug girls love gangbangers I'm looking for a thug girl <i>[Master P]</i> I'm looking for a thug girl Where they at, where they at, where they at Where they at, where they at I'm looking for a thug girl Where they at, where they at, where they at Where they at, where they at I'm looking for a thug girl Where they at, where they at, where they at Where they at, where they at <i>[Silkk The Shocker]</i> They wish they knew why a girl like you Would do all the things that you do But they should understand that you our biggest fan And you don't wanna sweat, you wanna thug for a man Now every nigga need a thug girl and miss your mine I wrote this rhyme just for your kind Now you the flyest girl up in the whole place Cause you walk around with that thug look on your face Now since I'm a thug I keeps it cocked back Aint no love I'm a thug nigga and real thug girls jock that <i>[Master P]</i> Thug girl Where they at, where they at, where they at Where they at, where they at I'm looking for a thug girl Where they at, where they at, where they at Where they at, where they at, where they at A down south thug girl Where they at, where they at, where they at Where they at, where they at, where they at A west coast thug girl Where they at, where they at, where they at Where they at, where they at, where they at An east coast thug girl Where they at, where they at, where they at Where they at, where they at, where they at A midwest thug girl Where they at, where they at, where they at Where they at, where they at, where they at I'm looking for a thug girl Where they at, where they at, where they at Where they at, where they at, where they at |
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from Master P - Ghetto D (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1997)
<i>[Chorus: Master P (4X)]</i>
Throw em up if you a soldier, if you dodging these niggas, these bitches and the rollers The clock hits twelve, I'm on the grind Punching your code if you want these nickles, quarters and dimes I got the ghetto soed up like mack diamonds and windy And I got more sealers than JC Pennies Throw it up if you a soldier But if you a punk motherfucker talkin shit and working with the rollers You better duck down quick when the tank pops Cause we be slanging automatic fucking slangshots I went from halves, to hoes with weed to working water From selling grams, to motherfuckin quarters From quarter keys, to really tapes and cd's Not every nigga in the hood knows me Uhhhhhh, but getting rowdy Stayin TRU to the game, and still bout it bout it <i>[Chorus]</i> I'm a represent my hood till I die And when I'm gone put it on the blimp and let it ride Third ward, calliope, nigga Master P A ghetto nigga, live and made history Aint no mugging, just thugs with me Aint no hugging, aint no loving P These ghetto heroes is dead and gone That's why niggas in the ghetto live like Al Capone I be breaking niggas like ice in Iceland Crushing niggas like sevens in dice games Nickel plated meters knocking down doors With hoes and gators, jaboes and polo's So watch your back when you hustling crack Cause jackers take your life away and aint no coming back Uh, I seen alot of movies, but this shit is real And only cars get brand new grills <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Kane & Abel]</i> Automatic gats for combat what we pack Flip niggas like flapjacks, with oz's and crack We killing with tatooes our guns and balls The car with the tek-nine in my droor Went from selling double up's to going double platimum For selling crack and, jack and gun clapping and rapping Watch me smoke my little weed, got my drink and bud What's up to all the slangers, the bangers, bloods and cuz I was a soldier, I still remain a soldier I'm cold bro, even sold my mamma a boulder Down a fifty of hennesee and blow a bag of doshia Quarter keys with five G's which a hustle for D Now selling gold LP's, that's a hustling for cheese G's don't give a fuck till the world blow up Game over, Kane and Abel, no limit soldiers <i>[Master P]</i> No Limit soldiers, I thought I told ya! <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
[Mia X]
Woke one morning, tears in my eyes The feds kicked in the door and caught me and my baby by surprise He got high, but they didn't find no dope They said it was conspericy just cause a hater said so Now we might do time in the penn But the state dont have a case without witnesses and no evidence So I guess once again that it's on But I really wish the haters would just leave us alone [Mia X] Thinkin about you boy [Mo B. Dick] Thinkin about you girl [Mia X] Do what you gotta do boy [Mo B. Dick] Do what you gotta do girl [Mia X] Thinkin about you boy [Mo B. Dick] Thinkin about you girl [Mia X] Thinkin about you [Mo B. Dick] I'm thinkin about you [Master P] My enemies hate me money can't make me Bitches can't break me the feds can't take me Give me four or five months and I'm out It must be love momma put up the house And the game won't change nigga still the same nigga Little Fame and little change nigga But um, I gotta do what I gotta Even if it take us slangin CD's and narcotics I gotta little square when the penetentiary cause on these streets are heaven or hell Now picture me balling I love No Limit like sex and don't plan on falling [Mo B. Dick] I'm thinkin about you girl [Mia X] I'm thinkin about you boy [Mo B. Dick] So do what you gotta do girl [Mia X] So do what you gotta do boy [Mo B. Dick] I'm thinkin about you girl [Mia X] Thinkin about you boy [Mo B. Dick] I'm thinkin about you [Mia X] Thinkin about you [Mia X] Motherfucking right I'm a take it how it come like a soldier TRU click TRU bitch go to war for ya In the kitchen at the stove cooking up the product Cause fiends love it most when you give it to em rocked up Chopped up bitches in the game that was talking But they didn't know hoes got them feds stalking Playing peekaboo, plotting on the front door But all the goin find is some ghetto dope So come on, so would you just let a bitch live Stack my ends and raise my kids Ride my benz, flow my ice Teaching all them ghetto bitches how to live this life Why yall fools trying to knock this bitch It's the tank, so you know you can't stop this Watch this young black family take this whole industry And run it, thinkin bout you while we done it [Mia X] Thinkin about you boy [Mo B. Dick] Thinkin about you girl [Mia X] Do what you gotta do boy [Mo B. Dick] Do what you gotta do girl [Mia X] Thinkin about you boy [Mo B. Dick] Thinkin about you girl [Mia X] Thinkin about you [Mo B. Dick] I'm thinkin about you I'm thinkin about you girl [Mia X] I'm thinkin about you boy [Mo B. Dick] So do what you gotta do girl [Mia X] So do what you gotta do boy [Mo B. Dick] I'm thinkin about you girl [Mia X] Thinkin about you boy [Mo B. Dick] I'm thinkin about you [Mia X] Thinkin about you Thinkin about you |
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from Master P - Ice Cream Man (1996)
[Mo B. Dick]
Things ain't what they used to be. Things ain't what they used to be. Verse 1: [Master P] I remember back in the days it wasn't like that Everybody knew everybody, now days it ain't like that We used to stand on the corners and drink brew Now days you gotta duck when they drive through Cause they blastin', life is like plastic But who would be the next egg took out the easter basket Is it you, me, or her or she or he? who would live to see the long age of 23? Cause once you dead and gone who gives a damn On your tombstone would read Rest In Peace Sam But in the ghetto you cooked 'till you dead Ain't no love when you dead and gone cause you red Like roaches for the gutter, peanut butter your life in the gutter , fool cause you fluttered With this game that I spit, shoot out, don't quit Now you a victim of society another statistic I heard the gunshots rain from the middle of the street The gunsmoke cleared three people on the concrete I mean it's crazy, slippin' on daisies Time to call it quits, they done put a bullet in a baby Chorus: [Master P & Mo. B Dick] Times done changed things ain't what they used to be Times done changed things ain't what they used to be Times done changed things ain't what they used to be Times done changed things ain't what they used to be Times done changed things ain't what they used to be Times done changed things ain't what they used to be Verse 2: [Master P] Watch you back in the ghetto black Open the box, Mom's ain't nothing to eat Back in the day, I thought we was a family My little brother on the street corner selling crack Only 15 used to be a quarterback I wish the law would rehabilitate my auntie I came home try to visit that girl tried to do me Started tweakin said that she needed crack Stole my grandma's rent money out her purse black I stay Tru 2 Da Game you devils' can't see me I put that on my mom, I put that on my gold teeth My homies bangin' ,no respect for the American flag But they kill over that blue and red rag Chorus: Times done changed things ain't what they used to be Times done changed things ain't what they used to be Times done changed things ain't what they used to be Times done changed things ain't what they used to be Times done changed things ain't what they used to be Times done changed things ain't what they used to be Verse 3: [Master P] I remember back in the day smoking weed was the everyday drug Now days they shoot heroin and sell blood Back in the day catchin the clamps was gettin us shot Now days catch the AIDS and your time will stop My lil homies doin time, 25 with a L A victim of the system, I'd rather die and go to hell I try to be legit and start my own company 'Till these sucker want to bump into P They point the finger at me for tellin another what to do How could another person tell you what to do I could tell you to rob or steal or kill Thats like pointin' the finger at Jack or Jill For being the first person on this little earth Is like askin' Mary why she had to give birth And who would be the next victim to lose his life And who would be the next one to make a life But when you make a life you gotta learn to teach your kid So one day they can grow up and make it big But all this gangbangin' and turf wars gotta cease Cause y'all know we livin in the last days G Chorus: Times done changed things ain't what they used to be Times done changed things ain't what they used to be Times done changed things ain't what they used to be Times done changed things ain't what they used to be |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
<i>[Chorus: x4]</i>
<i>[Master P]</i> These streets keep me rollin' Can't stop cause these presidents I'm holdin' <i>[Master P]</i> You see I'm a killer by heart A G by nature You see these ho's a love you And these niggas a hate you When you young and ballin' I mean broke and fallin' I said sleeping and crawlin' That's when the Devil be callin' They want to take all your change T-shirts and khakis These ho's a love me Or send some niggas to jack me The game done change It's not the same Da Last Don be my name Cause I'm tru to da game I mean a bird in the bush can't touch one in the hand Out in the streets be lying in a can I done change and they watch me The fedz can't stop me It'll take millions to box me But the ghetto you got me <i>[Chorus: x4]</i> <i>[Fiend]</i> What's the purpose of being the baddest When some haters a kill for your status For a taste of lavish Or follow you home for the cabbage But look here we savages Survivors and Soldiers Fuck with one of us we get in ya vains like embolia On his casket lies a magnolia Flower for peace Sun lying in the faces of his newphew and neice I'm the beast You know me FIEND the glock carrier Fuck with anything of mind I'll have ya pops bury ya Guns with the sound barrier Livin for no tomorrow Show me the dirty cargo And fuck your family morrows Boy souls I'm quick to borrow Gettin' sisters and brothers to I got something to kill you and a thought of another you Just another number to The murder rate in my city One week all kids born with no pitty Shitty ain't it How it's painted Realness thru my eyes Just shit we deal with livin these tru lies <i>[Chorus till end]</i> |
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from Master P - Good Side Bad Side (2004)
[Chorus]
Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans) Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans) Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog Shake what you got in them jeans (oh yeah) Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog Shake what you got in them jeans (oh yeah) From the front to the back, girl you know what I mean [Verse 1] I'm country, she country, we country Come closer, it's a free country Damn you cute, girl you fine Keep it right there, I wanna make you mine Don't play no games, I gotta keep it real Got the +Magic Stick+ and a gold grill Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans) Cause thugs need love, girl you know what I mean Hold up Allie Mae you gonna work it like that Rock the bump and let it wooble from the back [Chorus] Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans) Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans) Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog Shake what you got in them jeans (oh yeah) Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog Shake what you got in them jeans (oh yeah) From the front to the back, girl you know what I mean [Verse 2] We play football, no pads, she got the cushion I ain't Bill Cosby, but I love jello pudding Check out that Puerto Rican body, she's a hottie I ain't Slick Rick but +La Di Da Di+ And who's the fly white girl, she ain't that tall So them P. Miller jeans look like two basketballs And that Latino and Asian mommy Make a grown man want to do the rowdy (WOO!) And beautiful, black chick with the passions on Make every thug in the club wanna sing this song [Chorus] Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans) Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans) Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog [Break] Hey don't stop, don't stop We can take it the floor, girl show me what you got Hey don't stop, don't stop You can grab the wall, girl show me what you got Hey don't stop, don't stop You can grab the pole, girl show me what you got Hey don't stop, don't stop We can take it from the club, to the parking lot Now stop (WHAT!), then roll (HA!) Head, shoulders, knees, toes [Chorus] Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans) Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans) From the front to the back, girl you know what I mean [Verse 3] I'ma No Limit soldier and I love ya boo And her and her girl said ([Female voice:] We love you too) Halle Berry head, lease the red (WOO!) Got eight Aston 5, but that's how I prove it Eyes lightly on me, a young Janet Jackson Tina Turner thighs, the ghetto's main attraction She wear boots with her jeans like Free And homies in the hood wanna 'cuff her like the police She so sexy, damn so nasty A thug girl, but still so classy Sometime she get vicious In them P. Miller pads her jeans look bootylicious [Chorus] Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans) Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans) Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog Shake what you got in them jeans Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog Shake what you got in them jeans From the front to the back, girl you know what I mean Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
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) *Repeat (x3) 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 *Repeat (x2) 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 *Repeat (x2) |
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from Master P - Ghetto Postage (2002)
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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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
You fell into my trap why don't you go ahead and destroy yourselves
You fucking little monkeys This Ghetto Got me trapped (Ughhhh) But I ain't ready yet <i>[Sons of Funk and Master P]</i> Lord won't you wash away my pain (this ghetto's got me trapped) Some say life is a crazy game (but I ain't ready yet) <i>[2X]</i> <i>[Master P]</i> Found me on the street corner hangin' with the big niggas Playin' football in the ghetto we call it flea flicker And ain't no rules cuz niggas get shot And every fuckin' day niggas runnin' from the cops Nigga won't change mama 'til you bury me But make sure six TRU niggas carry me But if they miss know (nigga) you a goner Cuz there ain't gone be no family members to mourn ya I wasted sperm for the ovaries drug dealin' to penetentaries (Ughhh) <i>[Chorus (2X)]</i> <i>[Silkk the Shocker]</i> Its a cold and cruel world sometimes it gets shady I ain't been the same since my auntie gave birth to a crack baby Wanna know why I'm rowdy I be clutchin' my glock Cuz if I have P and C come over and tell mama young Silkk just got shot I couldn't even close my eyes and not feel the pain I could re-open my eyes and realize All the niggas that lost their lives in this game I lost alot tryin' learn the facts of life fuck color nigga we all struggle With this black or white to all my niggas in penetentaries I recieved ya'll letters And I swear to hang in there if things don't get better Now picture this I got Auntie diein' of overdose uncle diein' of aids Realize that I got a little money but there's somethings money can't save Is there a heaven for gangstas is there a heaven period And based on the fact that things did wrong probably cuz I hang with Too many killers and niggas diein' over wars shits hard where I'm from That's why I spit it how I live it and I get it how it come On top of that I had a fucked up day To god look couldn't find the words to explain so I'll tell you Tonight when I pray feel my pain <i>[Chorus (3X)]</i> |
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from Master P - Game Face (2002)
[Master P Talking]
You know what? I mean, society treat me like I'm a insect I'm out here hustlin' tryna get mine, but imagine where I'm from? You know what I'm sayin? Mama wasn't there, Papa wasn't there, I had to get out there and get it how I live. ya heard me? Ha Ha [chorus 4x] Mama gone, Daddy wasn't home Collard greens and grits, we was slangin on the farm [Master P] We live that thug life, I mean that drug life Cop somethin, flip it whodi, I mean I'm alright I got my own paper, I learned to shake a hater I'm high tech, got computers in the navigator And I be droppin keys, lil whodi, smokin weed You need somethin, holla atcha boy, whatcha need You know I'm ballin, shot callin 3rd ward Calliope, whodi, it's New Orleans City of that china white, I got my game tight One up in the chamber, slang that iron, you know I don't fight Big Tyme hitta mane, I got the skrilla mane Step on my toes whodi, and I'ma killa mane Represent that Boot Camp, don't take no food stamps Catch you slippin at night, and leave yo head damp Cause I'ma tall hitta, and ya'll some small hittas You know you played wit fire, now you gone fall hitta [chorus] [Master P] Call me two pistols, I make that chrome whistle I'm like Paul Hardy, I'm in yo bone gristle I'm not a doctor, Professional blocker I see a Vic in the hood, I short stop ya Now get the car whodi, it's time to gas up Grab me a 'K, I handle my business and I mask up I'm on the run mane, It aint no fun mane Tryna change my life but I'm back, to doin the same thang Penitentiary bounded, but well grounded Seven years later, I'm smilin and ya'll frownin [chorus until end] |
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from Master P - Game Face (2002)
[Intro]
This one here goes out, to the Ghetto To the Street corneres To the homeless thats duckin and dodgen the police To the soldiers thats out there puttin in work To the soldiers out there thats makin it Happen Straitback to the Penitentary [Chorus 2x] Thugs on the block, Drugs on the Block Aint no love on the block, So we keep them thangs cocked [Verse 1] Six in the mornin', Nine at night Feinds beatin on the window, Lookin for tha crack Pipe Mamma wasn't home, Said she went to bingo Daddys at the bar, Tryin to get the drinks for Me and my litte Brother, Just a young Nigga And for the Homies that aint here, pour out a little liqour We dont Gangbang, just crack deal Motorbike, ten speeds, never rode a big wheel Find me on the front porch, Blaze the indo Runnin from tha cops with tha homies by tha liqour store Somebody hit tha stach box, Pass me tha match doc C-P-3, Caliope livin like tha worlock [Chorus 4x] [Verse 2] This one for my young niggaz, don't be no dumb niggaz Go to a gun fight, wit out a gun niggaz We chasin riches, we love bitches Ghetto ballin, sittin on twenty inch switches At the club, Show me love And all my No Limit Soldiers shake the scrubs We hard hittaz, Thug figgaz Ghetto millionairs, one-hundred percent real niggaz Grew up on corn flakes, wit the water Learn to turn a powdered eggs, Into quarters Wonder why we out here, And how we got here Aint no turnin back, Cuz we was put to work to die here [Chorus 4x] |
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from Master P - Good Side Bad Side (2004)
Yeah
You ain't gotta go to no car lot Come and shop at the garage Nephew [That-That-That-That] I need to borrow a couple million from you [That-That ain't nothing] You know how we do it That's how he doin' it That's how she doin' it That ain't nothing whodi I see how yall doin' it That's how he doin' it That's how she doin' it Whodi that ain't nothing I see how yall doin' it That's how he doin' it That's how she doin' it Whodi that ain't nothing I see how yall doin' it Clap your hands doors come up [that ain't nothing] Clap twice the motor start up [that ain't nothing] Guys givin' a concert when they run up [that ain't nothing] You see it when the car and the truck's done up [that ain't nothing] No Limit man we run the south [that ain't nothing] Got my own clothes coming out [that ain't nothing] Fly to France look just for lunch [that ain't nothing] Condor if I say more than a month [that ain't nothing] All my rides they be chromed up [that ain't nothing] TVs yep phoned up [that ain't nothing] Out the country when I wanna chill [that ain't nothing] Ninety-six inches on the wheels [that-that-that-that ain't nothing] I got a house with some marble floors [that ain't nothing] And my ceiling it be solid gold [that ain't nothing] On my bed I got mink sheets [that ain't nothing] And my mom live 'cross the street [that ain't nothing] Ghetto kids call me Santa Claus [that ain't nothing] Cuz every Christmas I break 'em off [that ain't nothing] I got the new rims that keep spinnin' [that ain't nothing] On the truck the Benz and the Bentley [that ain't nothing] I got a Goochey helicopter [that ain't nothing] And if I get sick I got a private doctor [that ain't nothing] See me on Forbes I own the tank [that ain't nothing] Came on out of money I own the bank [that ain't nothing] I even ball in the NBA [that ain't nothing] And might buy the (team's next mate?) [that ain't nothing] P Miller on my shirt and pants [that ain't nothing] And my speakers say the same thing [that ain't nothing] (Verse 3: Romeo + Master P) Richie Rich be my nickname [that ain't nothing] Ice cubes on my wristband [that ain't nothing] Hit the mall the girls scream and holler [that ain't nothing] Got a white dog named Dollar [that ain't nothing] Platnium car with my name on it [that ain't nothing] Got a car the paint change on it [that ain't nothing] Got a butler got my own waiter [that ain't nothing] Thirteen and got my own label [that ain't nothing] Got a 2005 Lexus [that ain't nothing] Even got my own house in Texas [that ain't nothing] Hospital just dropped a hundred on a Benz [that ain't nothing] Then I bought four for my friends [that ain't nothing] Hit the club on twenty inches [that ain't nothing] I'm about to pay everybody admission [that-that-that-that ain't nothing] Cops took my lil' partna to jail [that ain't nothing] Hit him with a million dollar bail [that ain't nothing] I'ma have him home in a day [that ain't nothing] My money longer than the interstate [that ain't nothing] I'm on stage got 'em goin' wild [that ain't nothing] Throw a hundred Gs in the crowd [that ain't nothing] I wrecked my Jag last Friday [that ain't nothing] Got another one in my driveway [that ain't nothing] That-that-that-that ain't nothing That ain't nothing That-thu-thu-that-thu-thu-that-thu-thu-that-that ain't nothing That ain't-that ain't nothing |
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from Master P - Good Side Bad Side (2004)
Y'all done made me go back to the old me
I'm the last soldier standing and I will not lose (All Ready, All Ready, These No Limit Boys All Ready <i>[x2]</i>) <i>[Chorus]</i> Tell 'em hoes I'm a pimp Tell 'em niggaz I'm a pimp I'm a country motherfucker And I walk with a limp Tell 'em hoes I'm a pimp Tell 'em niggaz I'm a pimp I'm a country motherfucker And I walk with a limp <i>[Master P]</i> My momma jacked niggaz so I don't trust no chick Put the gas up in the tank before I give it to a trick I got syrup in my cup mayne straight out the freezer Pass me a blunt then throw me a heater I see a flea up in the club, hatin on a pimp Put the collar on your dog before I leave him with a limp Boz looked at me mayne said - I don't give a fuck We got the whole fuckin club sayin THROW YO' HOOD UP! I'm the only pro baller, without a contract But a nigga got mo' cheddar than Kobe & Shaq And it ain't trickin if you got it real players speed it up And if they go quack quack put em in the truck It's that time of the month, don't bring um home to papa I'm a motherfuckin pimp, I ain't no motherfuckin doctor <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Master P]</i> I ain't the police lil one, I don't chase no tricks I put em in the ville and we both get rich See I taught yall the game and yall wanna know if I still got it Who work on a 100 mil nigga still bout it bout it Y'all young motherfuckers must be pussies cause I'm at your baby mama's house havin Ice Cream & Cookies I'm a grown ass man, I don't play with you mosquitos A nigga still drunk and still loadin up them heaters I got caught up in New York, you thought a nigga changed I made it out the hood but I ain't sleepin in this game <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Master P]</i> All Ready, All Ready, These No Limit Boys All Ready Excuse me Thelma, I'm lookin for JJ The 1st and 15th, that's a pimp's payday Got wheels on the caddy that stop and keep spinnin Got ice on the grill cause pimps we keep grinnin These pimps drink out of gold cups like ?? Chickenheads got dirty mouths washin out the soap I said shake it for a pimp, girl do dat there |
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from 504 Boyz - Ballers (2002)
(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 (Chorus - 2x) |
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from Master P - Game Face (2002)
Gameface (what, what, what, what, what)
UUUNNNGGGHHH! WE BACK! [Chorus] Boy! (fuck boy) They scared to bust boy! (bust boy) We on the grind boy! (grind boy) With that high boy! (high boy) We don't give a fuck boy! They scared to bust boy! We on the grind boy! With that high boy! We don't give a fuck boy! They scared to bust boy! We on the grind boy! With that high boy! Shout capish! (hold on) Take it outside (Fuck them haters) Take it outside (fuck them haters) take it outside [Verse 1] Lovers, stealers, thugs, killas Gameface on, animals, forilla Riders, dope dealers, hustlas, bangers Wild coyotes, them No Limit swangers [Chorus] Take it outside (what, what) take it outside (what, what) Take it outside (what, what) take it outside (what, what) Take it outside (what, what) take it outside (what) Take it outside (what) we ready to ride (what) Take it outside (what, what) take it outside (what, what) Take it outside (what, what) we ready to ride (what, what) We don't give a fuck boy! They scared to bust boy! We on the grind boy! With that high boy! We don't give a fuck boy! They scared to bust boy! We on the grind boy! With that high boy! [Verse 2] Duck down when you see me, I'm ready to ride C-P-3, Caliope wodie ready to die Come in, stuntin figga then I'm takin your life And if you owe me somethin wodie then I want it tonight Cause I'm a, real soldier, thought I told ya Lay ya down for the White Coca-Cola [Chorus] Take it outside (what, what) take it outside (what, what) Take it outside (what, what) take it outside (what, what) We don't give a fuck boy! They scared to bust boy! We on the grind boy! With that high boy! We don't give a fuck boy! They scared to bust boy! We on the grind boy! With that high boy! We don't give a fuck boy! They scared to bust boy! We on the grind boy! With that high boy! We don't give a fuck boy [Verse 3] White T-shirts, P. Miller jeans Soldier bandanas you know them thugs on the scene [Chorus] Take it outside, take it outside Take it outside, take it outside Take it outside, take it outside Take it outside, take it outside Where you at wodie? I'm over here wodie! Where you at wodie? I'm over here wodie! Where you at wodie? (Tear da club up!) I'm over here wodie! Where you at wodie? (Tear da club up!) I'm over here wodie! Tear da club up! Take it outside (what, what) take it outside (what, what) Take it outside (what, what) take it outside (what, what) Take it outside (what, what) take it outside (what, what) Take it outside (what, what) take it outside Where you at wodie? I'm over here wodie! Where you at wodie? I'm over here wodie! Where you at wodie? I'm over here wodie! Where you at wodie? I'm over here wodie! |
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from Master P - Only God Can Judge Me (1999)
HOOODY HOOOOO! Knuckle up nigga
When we catch y'all.. WE GON' BUST Y'ALL AND Y'ALL DICKS UP ALL BITCH ASS NIGGAZ Bitches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me (repeat 6X) [Master P over repeated line from 3X on] Tear da club up nigga! (2X) Whassup NOW?? HUH! Tear da club up nigga! (2X) Now y'all didn't know that I was a 3rd Ward psycho I grew up kinda crazy drink a fifth my uncle bought Ask Michael and at ten, I was a motherfuckin fool And at the age of eleven, I was already - packin that tool Now y'all couldn't feel me, cause I was a killer, at twelve And at thirteen, I ain't give a fuck, if I died and went to hell See I'm vicious, fuck it, nightlight's on And at fourteen, I hit a nigga, with that chrome Now y'all want mercy, but y'all bitches, can't hurt me Cause I used to sell dope, with my daddy, big Percy And at sixteen I was headed straight to juve' for a hot fuckin car, some dope, and a uzi And then at eighteen nigga I'm back on the streets Hooked up with my cousin Jimmy now I'm back on my feet I'm back to slangin rocks, rollin coke and pushin powder Thangs is goin good, bought moms a Caddy me an old school Impala Came nuttin fade me now I'm chillin with my lady, she bought to have a baby That's when shit got shady, I mean it got crazy Niggaz rolled through and bust (HA?) we hit the dust They killed the old man but the bitches missed us Bitches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me (repeat 4X) Pick up the paper, couple of niggaz, deceased (Man did you kill em P?) Who the fuck are you -- the Feds or the police? I changed my fuckin life and moved to Cali No mo' standin on the corner, no mo' slangin, in no alleys When you try to do right, that's when shit, goes wrong I got a phone call sayin you gotta come home My little brother dead, and I'm back, on the streets And I'm cryin to myself, cause it shoulda, been me Now I gotta ride with the homies once again And I don't give a fuck, if I go, to the pen (ya heard me??) Bitches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me (repeat 4X) Now in the rap game, well it just like the dope game Cause niggaz jack and kill for lyrics and beats like it's crack, or cocaine But thugs die screamin East and West That's why me and these soldiers pack pistols and wear bulletproof vests And to you rookies talkin shit, and fuckin wit No Limit Now y'all niggaz can start, but we gon' ride and finish it Bitches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me (repeat 4X) Y'all better stop playin with these motherfuckin veterans rookies! (Tear the club up nigga! - 2X) With some motherfuckin hands on flats (Tear the club up nigga!) Stop playin wit me (Tear the club up nigga!) Stop playin wit me (Where the bitches at? Where the niggaz at?) Stop playin wit me (Where the bitches at? Where the niggaz at?) Y'all better stop playin wit me (Where the bitches at? Where the niggaz at?) (Where the bitches at? Where the niggaz at?) (Get em up nigga.. get em up nigga..) (Get em up nigga.. get em up nigga..) (Nigga we a started this, and we a finish it) (Nigga we a started this, and we a finish it) (Nigga we a started this, and we a finish it..) (Don't make us enemy nigga) |
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from Master P - Only God Can Judge Me (2000)
HOOODY HOOOOO! Knuckle up nigga
When we catch y'all.. WE GON' BUST Y'ALL AND Y'ALL DICKS UP ALL BITCH ASS NIGGAZ Bitches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me (repeat 6X) [Master P over repeated line from 3X on] Tear da club up nigga! (2X) Whassup NOW?? HUH! Tear da club up nigga! (2X) Now y'all didn't know that I was a 3rd Ward psycho I grew up kinda crazy drink a fifth my uncle bought Ask Michael and at ten, I was a motherfuckin fool And at the age of eleven, I was already - packin that tool Now y'all couldn't feel me, cause I was a killer, at twelve And at thirteen, I ain't give a fuck, if I died and went to hell See I'm vicious, fuck it, nightlight's on And at fourteen, I hit a nigga, with that chrome Now y'all want mercy, but y'all bitches, can't hurt me Cause I used to sell dope, with my daddy, big Percy And at sixteen I was headed straight to juve' for a hot fuckin car, some dope, and a uzi And then at eighteen nigga I'm back on the streets Hooked up with my cousin Jimmy now I'm back on my feet I'm back to slangin rocks, rollin coke and pushin powder Thangs is goin good, bought moms a Caddy me an old school Impala Came nuttin fade me now I'm chillin with my lady, she bought to have a baby That's when shit got shady, I mean it got crazy Niggaz rolled through and bust (HA?) we hit the dust They killed the old man but the bitches missed us Bitches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me (repeat 4X) Pick up the paper, couple of niggaz, deceased (Man did you kill em P?) Who the fuck are you -- the Feds or the police? I changed my fuckin life and moved to Cali No mo' standin on the corner, no mo' slangin, in no alleys When you try to do right, that's when shit, goes wrong I got a phone call sayin you gotta come home My little brother dead, and I'm back, on the streets And I'm cryin to myself, cause it shoulda, been me Now I gotta ride with the homies once again And I don't give a fuck, if I go, to the pen (ya heard me??) Bitches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me (repeat 4X) Now in the rap game, well it just like the dope game Cause niggaz jack and kill for lyrics and beats like it's crack, or cocaine But thugs die screamin East and West That's why me and these soldiers pack pistols and wear bulletproof vests And to you rookies talkin shit, and fuckin wit No Limit Now y'all niggaz can start, but we gon' ride and finish it Bitches STOP PLAYIN well y'all better stop playin wit me (repeat 4X) Y'all better stop playin with these motherfuckin veterans rookies! (Tear the club up nigga! - 2X) With some motherfuckin hands on flats (Tear the club up nigga!) Stop playin wit me (Tear the club up nigga!) Stop playin wit me (Where the bitches at? Where the niggaz at?) Stop playin wit me (Where the bitches at? Where the niggaz at?) Y'all better stop playin wit me (Where the bitches at? Where the niggaz at?) (Where the bitches at? Where the niggaz at?) (Get em up nigga.. get em up nigga..) (Get em up nigga.. get em up nigga..) (Nigga we a started this, and we a finish it) (Nigga we a started this, and we a finish it) (Nigga we a started this, and we a finish it..) (Don't make us enemy nigga) |
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from Master P - Ghetto D (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1997)
<i>[Chorus:]</i>
Look at all these haters surrounding me every day hatin on a baller but they can't stop my pay stop all the hatin I can't take it no more Im just tryin to get mine you best get yours so what you hatin for <i>[Verse 1: Master P]</i> Pop the lock on the benz with the keys To high to see his own enemies his baby mama with him in a short skirt his last ride was in a car, i mean a black hearse his friend took his life for the mighty dollar then ran through the alley must have been a coward No more hit 'em up like in the old days homies scrab with Mack 10s and AKs that's why I roll by myself I mean I'm a loner cause haters be all up on me tryin to sniff you out for your cheddar and your cheese and the same niggas wanna blow on your weed set you up for a caper dont wanna see you make no money then take ya gotta figure out how to get what you got cause haters be the same niggas on the spot <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 2: Master P]</i> How do hatin get started? It started by the jealous people and they get mad over the things you have and the things they'll never have Tell me if you hustle it really aint hard to get You can get yours I got mine so stay out my mix I heard you spreading rumors Im really not impressed I tell you only one time with my scrilla fool dont mess <i>[Verse 3: Fiend]</i> I only get with a few cause these bitch made niggas is actors see I dont had to many gun-ins, run-ins with these ass backwards non-packers I'm strapped like P or C they ask for me capture me but im going out with a blast I put that on some cash I'm standing last for some ass yall young crazed punks are trippin dont hate me nigga just go ahead and credit my ?? I'm admitting that I'm not only on the thwat but I know i got stopped on tha ?? and its understood that I'm not one of the best niggas that ever lived but I got some advice to give and that is <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 4: Silkk]</i> I wonder why they hatin for? Probably cause we got G's, mad cause we makin moves, cause we got keys But really I cant fade them Cause truly you need haters up on you to know you'se a motherfuckin playa I know yall gonna kill me in a matter of lies I got friend that will turn to enemies in a matter of time I know most of my niggas can feel me when I say TRU niggas will never try to kill me But keep my eyes up on my enemies I gotta watch my friends like when I'm sittin on top or ridin in a benz Why dont yall go out yall's ass up and get something dont worry about how i got mines always tryin to point a finger and say thats not mine. and kill me it kills me its digusting cause I got a few G's they try to rob me but they know they wont touch me smile in your face and talk shit behind your back but I just cant call it or catch but i still got G's and Im still ballin <i>[Chorus till fade]</i> <i>[Master P]</i> wassup Big Brandon and Big Timer Wassup Underwood California we cant lose wassup to all my boys in Richmond all my boys in the Caliope all my boys locked down in jail this Master P No Limit Records (Wassup Big Boz) DaLastDon (Wassup Mean Green) We Cant Be Stopped I mean you player haters cant stop real TRU playas even though you still hate you cant stop playas (Beats by the Pound) Wassup to all the players out there in New Orleansas (Wassup to my little brother Silkk) Texas (C Murder) Atlanta (Wassup Fiend) Chicago (Wassup Mystikal fool know you bout to drop real soon) Cleveland, Kentucky, Alabama (Wassup to Big Mama Mia X) all them playas out there California (Mr. Serv On) East Coast (Sonya C) Mid West, Down South and anybody I forgot if you a real playa you'll understand (Wassup Foxy Brown) Yeah we did that Party don't stop ah ha Playas lookin up baby |
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from Master P - Ghetto Postage (2002)
{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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from Master P - Ghetto Postage (Edt) (2000)
{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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from Master P - Only God Can Judge Me (1999)
[D.I.G.]
Whassup man? I think you need to back up off me brah Cause right now, I'm not feelin too good And I have a attitude problem You might push that button to strike that nerve So you need to just go 'head on and back up [Master P] WHICH ONE OF YOU WENCHES SCRATCHED MY 600??! Y'all don't wanna step to dis, hah, whut? (repeat 4X) [Master P] I used to check domes, now it's platinum over chrome Surveillance in my home, but they still tappin my phone See I'm the thug of the century Cause I done laid it down from the streets to overseas to penitentiary We got beef, diss 3rd Ward and get the soldiers I represent the 3rd Ward Callio' I thought I told ya See the eyes of the tiger in my blood Ask TLC, am I a motherfuckin scrub? We attack from the back whether it's a Jag or some cat I'm all about my scratch -- you get that? (hahah) See nuttin don't last forever but Only God Can Judge Me, cause I'm down to do whatever Y'all don't wanna step to dis, hah, whut? (repeat 4X) [Master P] Soldiers make some noise (HOODY HOO) whassup, where you at? All my thugs in the front and all my thugs in the back See I'm a soldier for life and that's real I keep it trill Body full of tattoos and a motherfuckin gold grill I like my Henn and my trees cause I'm a baller Can I really hoop? Fool, ask Vince Carter Six million on top, now y'all suckers pop When I close down shop, don't make me get the glock From the South to the East, give it up And from the West to the North we bout to tear the fuckin club up (UNNNNNNNNGGGH) Lotta players wanna serve me Cause I'm the ghetto Bill Gates but I'm legit, ya heard me?? Y'all don't wanna step to dis, hah, whut? (repeat 4X) [D.I.G.] Here come dem boys out the bricks, a-lil-daddy whassup You say you bout trigger play, now show me that you a thug I ain't wit that mouthin off, I'm out spillin your blood Mess around if you wanna box, gon' stay in the mud No Limit soldiers known for bustin it up Better tell him it's real, we be tossin it up So if you step to these soldiers I think you better show some love Cause we 99 strong, and we nuttin but thugs and pistols bein cocked at all times and when you run up you gon' fall down Cause I'ma hit you with the heat and make you calm down You ain't ready to go to war with a real soldier So don't step to me fool, cause the game is over Y'all don't wanna step to dis, hah, whut? (repeat 8X) |
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from Master P - Only God Can Judge Me (2000)
[D.I.G.]
Whassup man? I think you need to back up off me brah Cause right now, I'm not feelin too good And I have a attitude problem You might push that button to strike that nerve So you need to just go 'head on and back up [Master P] WHICH ONE OF YOU WENCHES SCRATCHED MY 600??! Y'all don't wanna step to dis, hah, whut? (repeat 4X) [Master P] I used to check domes, now it's platinum over chrome Surveillance in my home, but they still tappin my phone See I'm the thug of the century Cause I done laid it down from the streets to overseas to penitentiary We got beef, diss 3rd Ward and get the soldiers I represent the 3rd Ward Callio' I thought I told ya See the eyes of the tiger in my blood Ask TLC, am I a motherfuckin scrub? We attack from the back whether it's a Jag or some cat I'm all about my scratch -- you get that? (hahah) See nuttin don't last forever but Only God Can Judge Me, cause I'm down to do whatever Y'all don't wanna step to dis, hah, whut? (repeat 4X) [Master P] Soldiers make some noise (HOODY HOO) whassup, where you at? All my thugs in the front and all my thugs in the back See I'm a soldier for life and that's real I keep it trill Body full of tattoos and a motherfuckin gold grill I like my Henn and my trees cause I'm a baller Can I really hoop? Fool, ask Vince Carter Six million on top, now y'all suckers pop When I close down shop, don't make me get the glock From the South to the East, give it up And from the West to the North we bout to tear the fuckin club up (UNNNNNNNNGGGH) Lotta players wanna serve me Cause I'm the ghetto Bill Gates but I'm legit, ya heard me?? Y'all don't wanna step to dis, hah, whut? (repeat 4X) [D.I.G.] Here come dem boys out the bricks, a-lil-daddy whassup You say you bout trigger play, now show me that you a thug I ain't wit that mouthin off, I'm out spillin your blood Mess around if you wanna box, gon' stay in the mud No Limit soldiers known for bustin it up Better tell him it's real, we be tossin it up So if you step to these soldiers I think you better show some love Cause we 99 strong, and we nuttin but thugs and pistols bein cocked at all times and when you run up you gon' fall down Cause I'ma hit you with the heat and make you calm down You ain't ready to go to war with a real soldier So don't step to me fool, cause the game is over Y'all don't wanna step to dis, hah, whut? (repeat 8X) |
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from Mystikal - Ghetto Fabulous (2004)
(Ughhhhhh) Stack yo Chips, get yo paper Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters Stack yo Chips, get yo paper Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters Stack yo Chips, get yo paper Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters Stack yo Chips, get yo paper Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters (Mystikal) I'm movin too fast, doing to much for these niggas Hum bro I get paid to leave the house sideways Bitch stickn out, what I can take it without quessn' You the mutha fuckin coward And I'm the big bad wolf nigga And I'm coming to devoiour Aint nuthin better than money Sex and the power Oh how I love to be on top of the power Fuck I got it to go wit it, clownish out dat back cuttin up telly to telly bouncn' I got 5 women, 4 cars 3 homes and 2 apartments A rolex, 10 leather jackets, And 20 pair of Michael Jordans All in it, front and back wheels spinnin I might not bid to you But I'm the shit in the city Street things, represent the real no lim Razor sharp rhymes penatrating you skin The way I drop Bitch gotta feel them I'm that close Try to stop me from gettn' it (Ughhhhhh) Stack yo Chips, get yo paper Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters Stack yo Chips, get yo paper Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters Stack yo Chips, get yo paper Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters Stack yo Chips, get yo paper Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters (C-Murder) I make a million dollar dream become reallity without a doubt I get paid for every rhyme coming out my mouth And gangst |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
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 *Repeat (x2) |
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from Master P - Souljas (2000)
[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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from Master P - Souljas (2000)
[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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from Master P - Souljas (2000)
[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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from Master P - Ghetto Postage (Edt) (2000)
[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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from Master P - Ghetto Postage (2002)
[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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from Master P - Ghetto Postage (Edt) (2000)
{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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from Master P - Ghetto Postage (2002)
{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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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
<i>[Snoop]</i>
Ha ha ha hagreeting niggas and niggetts The underground dog is back up in yall one more again for the cause Breakin all off for my TRU tank dogs Mystikal, Sillk, and yo P (uuungh) Lets keep this shit straight G And do this for all the ridas, soldias and gangstas Ya heard me <i>[Master P]</i> We ridas, we ridas, we ridas <i>[Snoop and Mystikal]</i> Nigga lets slide to the side where them gangstas ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga Then lets slide to the side where them soldias ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga Yeah lets slide to the side where them ridas ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga Lets slide to the side where them ridas ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga <i>[Sillk]</i> Its yo 504 boys blastin one mo Then we bust and here we go Then hit the mothafuckin flow Cause I be bringin the pain like two fifty ?? And I blow all couple killas, drug dealas lookin P stupid Mystikal And we be on these fake mothafuckin niggas like it was a corner back See much time I was lookin for yall niggas and um now we want it back We stayin strapped wit two two threes Wit mothafuckin g's do everything from OZ's to keys Blowin weed by da trees Now all my south to west Them niggas rowdy And all them niggas that north to da east Them niggas get bout it (uuungh) <i>[Snoop and Mystikal]</i> Nigga lets slide to the side where them ridas ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga Nigga lets slide to the side where them soldias ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga Nigga lets ride to the side where them ridas ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga <i>[Mystikal]</i> We fuck we smoke we bank we blast When we gona rap with my car car around yo mothafuckin Makin hang yo ass Bring yo ass got a hundred round to sting yo ass Oh yeah I got somethin fo yo stanky ass Snoop fuckin wit this bitch you can't get mad Its a big bank thang so we actin bad Now tell me I'm the shit like I don't know We represent them niggas out that five o fo Thug niggas and goodfellas thats why they sell us Master P the fuckin ?? so we do what they tell us I bet you gon just run up ain't nobody gon pop ya Might be Sillk, thats why they call 'im the shocka <i>[Snoop and Mystikal]</i> Nigga lets slide to the side where them ridas ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga Nigga lets slide to the side where them gangtas ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga <i>[Snoop]</i> One lone lee D P I C Hangin on the corner wit my hand on my heat I always keep a roach in my baseball cap I page P fo a double up An that nigga ain't even call me back I strode to the spot where my sack is at I look up an I see P flaggin me down in a caddillac I jump in, I kickin in he grinnin then he give me my Transmitter thang cause I gang bang wit that tech nine Now take me to the spot where them gangstas at So I can set up shop an rock my new glock I'm a ridah if they ain't told ya I'm a full time gangsta and a No Limit soldiah D O double gizzy gots ta get busy From the south to da west we ridahs Hatas miss me <i>[Snoop and Mystikal]</i> Nigga lets ride to the side where them ridas ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga Nigga lest slide to the side wher them gangstas ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga Nigga lets slide to the side where them soldias ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch as nigga <i>[Master P]</i> Mercinary soldias, convicts and killas Drug dealas, thug niggas, now the world gon feel us I represent a million niggas thats rowdy and bout it And if you down they'll do whatever niggas screamin and shoutin It ain't No Limit, no gimmick, from begginin to endin niggas hate Mystikal Pass me them thangs an lets get emHit Snoop and lets ridetell Sillk go inside An if anybody home, then everybody die Nigga, we don't talk nigga We do that gangsta walk An when we ride, its yellow tape an white chalk <i>[Snoop and Mystikal]</i> Nigga lets ride to the side where them gangstas ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga Nigga lets slide to the side where them ridas ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga Nigga lets slide to the side where them soldias ride Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga <i>[Master P]</i> We ridas nigga Master P, Sillk the Shocker, Mystikal and Snoop Dogg Whole mothafuckin No Limit troops We ridas We ridas We ridas Nigga we don't talk we ridas |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
OK you wanna go to war with me
I take you to war I told you I don't kill no mothafucking kid Look at you now you stupid fuck you stupid fuck. <i>[Chorus (2x):]</i> I done seen so many souls deceased That's why I ride with alot of killers with me <i>[Master P:]</i> The Last Don be my name I feel I'm trapped in the game Alot of shit done changed to protect the guilty in the dope game Such as getting paid nigga turning to the feds nigga Its a risky business the mob putting hearts ass in niggaz beds nigga And homies going sour take 'em to the pen and they cowards I'm not Scarface, but after the money and the power And ask yourself who's the realest nigga you know And if you ask me it be some niggaz out the Calliope Like Glenn Miss, Sam Scuddy, Pee-Wee L. Broadnax, Slim some dead some in jail g Cause this game is so real And niggaz hustle like the Last Don 'til they get killed ?? <i>[Chorus (4x)]</i> <i>[The Commision #1:]</i> Syndicated crime at its finest, started off dimeless I bless the mic device and now my ice got you blinded I stone the liquor so thing this shit is a gimmick The Last Don and The Commission T-S-O click and No Limit From start to finish for this paper look I'm all in it Rules in the game I bent in in a tank that can't be dented Drama we always in it cause many niggaz be Ph'n Mad that's why they busting they ass we on vacation The unexpected done happened nigga we blowing up Soundtracks and platinum plats whoa there ain't no holding us Give a fuck if ya like me care less if you don't Bitch respect the flame in the tank making this bitch jump <i>[Chorus (4x)]</i> <i>[The Commision #2:]</i> The shit about to slow we living Like malt liquors in and out of court niggaz The Commission on a money making position a team of street smart niggaz Living this triple beam dream Godfather bless a nigga with weight Now we havin' ok receiving shipments in by the crates Its that organized goodguy goodfella shit The other level living like better shit They crime family can barely ride hustling to gather shit Ain't nobody seperates Spiral and No Limit The Last Don and the Commission in this money making position <i>[The Commision #3:]</i> I put 4-5 slugs in niggaz neck niggaz respect anothe casualty I live my life jaggedly and carry myself savagely Boy ya'll ain't fucking with no run of the mill niggaz hoss We kill niggaz We kill as a little nigga by my waist under my Hilfigger I'm trying to make a multimillion come up before I'm dead A twisted No Limit wanted soldiers so holler when ya listening I put it on these dreads in my head the Commission can't be faded With the Last Don in my corner its a sign the nigga made it <i>[Chorus (2x)]</i> |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
<i>[Snitch:]</i> What's happening?
<i>[Snoop:]</i> What you mean what's up, nigga <i>[Snitch:]</i> What, what's happening man? <i>[Snoop:]</i> I need to holler at you nigga, come here <i>[Snitch:]</i> For what, what's happening <i>[Snoop:]</i> Fuck you doing hanging out with the police and shit, nigga? <i>[Snitch:]</i> Man I wasn't hanging with the police man <i>[Snoop:]</i> Oh, you didn't think I seen you <i>[Snitch:]</i> Man, you trippin' man <i>[Snoop:]</i> I seen you jump out that car, nigga <i>[Snitch:]</i> Nah man, fuck that dog <i>[Snoop:]</i> You snitching now, nigga <i>[Snitch:]</i> Man, hell nah I ain't snitching <i>[Snoop:]</i> What else you doing with the police, you must be snitching Let me holler at you nigga Come here bro <i>[Snitch:]</i> Oh man <i>[Snoop Dogg:]</i> How many real niggas is locked away Behind some bitch-ass nigga with a whole lot to say Man fools is confused ain't no rules to this game Niggas be telling the feds where a nigga lay his head Giving them niggas code names Cold game, but I can't even say shit about it 'Cause if I catch you slipping, dipping tripping I'm getting rowdy Killer snitch fuck a bitch I throw 'em both in a ditch Cause they can't stand to see a young nigga getting rich I'm destined for fame Oh bitch-ass niggaz putting salt in the game Put a stain on your brain 'cause I shall remain And I know longer dwells in the cocaine game It's a shame the way the game has switched And the police man trying to take my shit I caught a nigga one day jumping out of a cop car I ain't saying no names but this nigga's a rap star Walking real fast then he dashed in my backyard Buff ass nigga perpetrating to act hard In the front seat with no cuffs on I ask him bout the discussion he say the wrong thing I rush him Dust him, 'cause I can't trust him Plus he working with the boys we bring the noise so fuck 'em I tuck him in the trunk, I ain't fuckin' with no punk Nigga snitching nigga missing cause we twisting And that's for all my real niggaz locked up And you bitches that be snitching when a homie sock you up Bitch fix your mouth and get your head right Oh get your muthafuckin' ass out my muthafuckin' house tonight Just like a bitch quick to call the police But ain't no telling on me and then belling on me Look here, me and P we getting riches And oh yeah don't forget to tell them bitches Muthafuck you snitches <i>[Chorus:]</i> Snitches snitches snitches Y'all be running they mouth just like bitches Snitches snitches snitches Niggaz be running they mouth just like bitches Snitches snitches snitches They be running they mouth just like bitches Snitches snitches snitches I got a slug for ya'll muthafuckin' snitches <i>[Master P:]</i> I heard a nigga snitching from his jail cell And when he get out will he live, only time will tell Nigga riding with the police Used to be my homie now the punk bitch hating on me I guess the nigga mad cause I'm ballin' Task kicked the nigga door in now he talking My little cousin Jimmy told me in jail he was a drag queen Now he on probation drug dealer with a tape machine Watch the bitch he got a camera But when I catch the nigga I'ma slam him down with a hammer And 17 nails 'Cause bitches talk shit and snitches get killed <i>[Master P:]</i> Snitches, snitches, snitches Niggaz that run they muthafuckin' mouth like bitches That's snitches, snitches Federal niggaz in the muthafuckin' ghetto Federal niggaz that's in the muthafuckin' penatentiary Niggaz with muthafuckin' license to capture other niggaz But they ain't got no muthafuckin' badges but they still catching cases Snitches, snitches, I know y'all niggaz trying to get us Snitches, snitches punk bitches, bitches Niggaz was bitches when they was on the streets, and they bitches in jail That's what snitches is Tthat's niggaz with purses nigga, pocket books, nigga Niggaz with dresses, snitches This for y'all bitches To all ya'll niggaz I feel ya muthafuckin' pain Watch y'all muthafuckin' self The haters got the high beam on They got lights on top of they muthafuckin' Cutlasses I know who y'all is niggaz |
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