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from Master P - Only God Can Judge Me (1999)
[Master P]
????? Hate to come at ya like this here man I know I'm down bad for this lil daddy...but uh.. Won't you front me one them quiz-arters fore I have To put that thiz-ang on ya...Ya heard me?! [Chorus] You betta get yo mind right You betta get yo mind right (Its an uptown thang) You betta get yo mind right (Its a downtown thang) You betta get yo mind right (Its a westbank thang) You....betta....(Its a eastbank thang)..get yo mind right...get yo mind right [Master P] I know a couple fire girls that like to dress shob I got a bad habit, so I might kill and rob But say Oh Na Nae, ape out tha way This boy don't play, I got that deuce wit that Tre So step to me if you wanna, I got some soldiers on tha corner (Hoody-Hoo!)Hoody-Hoo if you a goner, don't say I didn't warn ya You think that I'm fakin? You wanna bump? You got some bacon? Its hot where I'm at cuz the police be chasin I'm in tha press tryin to check on my dope Through tha mac, from tha meadow, to tha Calliope I got a big body Benz, so you know I got ends, I dont have that many friends Cuz them niggaz will do ya in! [Chorus] Get Yo Mind Right (8X) You....betta....get yo mind right Get yo mind right [C-Murder] Man its hot! (How hot?) Man hotter than before I just seen a little kid got shot up at the store Another soldier done fell, will his killer go to hell? Old lady seen it all, but she won't tell Who really cares wit his dark skin and hair kinda nappy Preacher said: 'Dont worry, be happy' A momma cries, a baby dies, and she'll never get to see her son's eyes Alot of genocide got us killin up our own kind Are we that blind? Or we committed to crime? Dont be foolish! A weak mind can't fight That's what they want(Thats what they want), so you betta get yo mind right [Chorus] Get Yo Mind Right (8X) You....betta....get yo mind right...get yo mind right (2X) Get yo mind right (8X) You....betta....get yo mind right...get yo mind right (2X) |
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from Master P - Only God Can Judge Me (2000)
[Master P]
????? Hate to come at ya like this here man I know I'm down bad for this lil daddy...but uh.. Won't you front me one them quiz-arters fore I have To put that thiz-ang on ya...Ya heard me?! [Chorus] You betta get yo mind right You betta get yo mind right (Its an uptown thang) You betta get yo mind right (Its a downtown thang) You betta get yo mind right (Its a westbank thang) You....betta....(Its a eastbank thang)..get yo mind right...get yo mind right [Master P] I know a couple fire girls that like to dress shob I got a bad habit, so I might kill and rob But say Oh Na Nae, ape out tha way This boy don't play, I got that deuce wit that Tre So step to me if you wanna, I got some soldiers on tha corner (Hoody-Hoo!)Hoody-Hoo if you a goner, don't say I didn't warn ya You think that I'm fakin? You wanna bump? You got some bacon? Its hot where I'm at cuz the police be chasin I'm in tha press tryin to check on my dope Through tha mac, from tha meadow, to tha Calliope I got a big body Benz, so you know I got ends, I dont have that many friends Cuz them niggaz will do ya in! [Chorus] Get Yo Mind Right (8X) You....betta....get yo mind right Get yo mind right [C-Murder] Man its hot! (How hot?) Man hotter than before I just seen a little kid got shot up at the store Another soldier done fell, will his killer go to hell? Old lady seen it all, but she won't tell Who really cares wit his dark skin and hair kinda nappy Preacher said: 'Dont worry, be happy' A momma cries, a baby dies, and she'll never get to see her son's eyes Alot of genocide got us killin up our own kind Are we that blind? Or we committed to crime? Dont be foolish! A weak mind can't fight That's what they want(Thats what they want), so you betta get yo mind right [Chorus] Get Yo Mind Right (8X) You....betta....get yo mind right...get yo mind right (2X) Get yo mind right (8X) You....betta....get yo mind right...get yo mind right (2X) |
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from Master P - 99 Ways To Die (1995)
[Master P]
G ride, homicide, hoo ride 4 deep Thats how we late night creep See in Cali' fools be gettin' their serve on And at the side shows cars got it going on With that candy paint plus that ??? So many woofers in the trunk sound like an army tank I'm from that Richmond 23rd street army So fools can't harm me, gats cocked incase they run up on me See I'm deep, TRU is how I creep I don't bang cause that went out in '93 Still locin, blunted and smokin' Gator Rade and Thunderbird, a pocket full of Trojans For them hoochies, that wanna smooch me End up in Motel 6 in some booty Boots knockin', panties be droppin' Gat under the bed incase the playa hatas come and pop me Got that glock, 17 shots, it's all good I tell a hoochie don't stop Ass bangin', nuts still hangin', moble phone ringin' Ain't stoppin' 'till the fat lady starts singin' and hollerin' And moanin'i'm humpin' Check my watch god damn it's 6 in the mornin' Should I stay, ain't got no time to play Put my ??? by my t-shirt Then I break, to the door My partner's three deep in a six-four Chorus: repeat 2X G ride, homicide, hoo ride 4 deep That's how we late night creep [Master P] Well it's the weekend and everybody chillin' at the giggety lake Hoes in daisy dukes so tight, it'll make your nuts break Polk-a-dot panties, gold thangs, dampies So many stars out here I feel like I'm at the Grammys Niggas blowin', bitches out hoein' Weaves so tight ain't nobody else knowin' Is it real, if it's not just chill Cause talkin' shit to a hoe in Cali' can get your god damn cap peeled Ballers roll low, fools out tellin' jokes Hittin' like Tyson on the mother fuckin' Spliff smoke Tangueray mixed with that orange juice and lemon squeeze Straight vodka and mother fuckin 80 leaves I mean high, I'm higher than a giggety bird Show my ass for the hood make them gold thangs hit the curb 5-0 on my trizail, I had to post bizail 100 g's to get me out of jail, I'm with the quickness All because a big nigga bought a ki' of dope Watch a young nigga flip this Straight independant, ain't nobody lendin' Underground King Pin, title dependant Master P or should I say Al Capone No Limit Records in the house got it goin' on Ain't no love, I thought I told ya Us TRU niggas, straight soldiers King ready to fight a bitch like a Pit Bull And Big Ed got that 9 trigger ready to pull And Silkk will put your teeth in the dirt fool And C-Murder don't give a fuck about a nigga dude And Cali-G is ready to do a fuckin' OG call Cause when you fuckin' with us one You fuckin' with us all That's how we do it on the Westcoast Westcoast Badd Boyz some more No Limit dope Chorus [Master P] Now we creepin' from the Westcoast of California To Washington, Texas, Louisiana, Arizona, Utah, Flordia, Atlanta, Kansas, Nebraska, New York, Kentucky, Alabama, Detroit Arkansas, North Carolina, South Carolina [Silkk] Man let me check this shit out Let me see what this all about 1-9-0-0-Master-P [Master P] Yo, what's up this is your nigga Master P Sorry I'm unavailiable to come to the phone right now I'm either out on the fuckin' road doin' shows Kickin' it with bitches Could be your bitch if you a real G Just take it to the law, you could be a playa hater We can hold court in the streets But if you my nigga little Rich Yeah nigga if you still got them mountings for 350 Hold me 7 of 'em nigga I'll be back tomorrow, and if its that bitch Sheryl Yeah I told them niggas you sucked my dick hoe You know how that go, every dog got they day Bitch you had 3 or 4 though No Limit Records, supplyin' the world with that dope gangsta ass shit Y'all know as usual, comin' back with a bomb on y'all ass Dope ass EP P 99 Ways To Die Everybody got it You must have it cause you wouldn't be listenin' to this shit Master P bout it be, audi five thousand 'Bout to smoke this ol' Spliff on y'all dog ass Watch this, when the weed stop Then leave a mother |
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from Master P - Ice Cream Man (1996)
Light ya joints, lets have a muthaphukkin smokeoff
yall niggas bout ta see more of that country ass muthaphukkin Masta P from New Orleans to Richmond California, that nigga crazy ass, but check this out Cali got that good ass weed, that good ass weed, that good ass weed them niggas in Cali got that good ass weed that¹s why Im on my way to the Northside Im so toke I guess Im gone of that green sticky just ripped a muthaphukkin hole in my brand new dickies from walkin to close to the fuckin barb wire thats when I know I¹ve got 10 dollars on some fire If you can do this muthaphukka lets get a twenty fuck white zig zags I need some brown stickys I mean that swisha go good with that dank niggas be gettin fucked up in my hood like they smokin crank but we not we gettin higha than fire but I won¹t stop smokin dank till I retire I wonder do they have dank up in heaven and if they do I¹ll prolly do a muthaphukkin 211 (Me too) for a bag of that green sticky Up in heaven a nigga runnin round crazy like he done took a bicky I¹m not Dre, but I don¹t want nuttin but chronic this dank keep me comin back like Im hooked on phonics what ever ya want whatever ya need fool I got it well lets go half on a bag of dank whatever ya want whatever ya need fool I got it well lets go half on a bag of dank Lets meet my homie that fool got hella weed he sells like spanish fly makes bitches get on their knees hoes be suckin dick fo that green sticky like this bitch named Michelle and my partner Ricky fo a half a joint that bitch got toasted drama in motel 6 gettin roasted legs all open drawers under the bed she didnt know where she was at (where you at girl) my little potnah was hittin it in her mouth into her throat Hoes be smokin that dank to keep their nerves calm I be smokin on that shit to get my perv on It go good with that gin and juice and squishy sqeek that¹s how we do it every day of the week I don¹t sleep but at night I get the munchies and afta I eat I be back smokin them green crunchies chorus x6 yeah uhhh inhale lets go half on a bag of dank I mean that green sticky and how you do it when you blowin? you inhale |
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from Master P - Good Side Bad Side (2004)
Yeah..
<i>[Hook - 2x]</i> We riding 20's on the cars, and 26's on the trucks And everybody digging us, it ain't no limit to the bucks We making noise in the game, to let 'em know we coming up And haters moving out the way, they know they don't wan' play with us <i>[Curren$y]</i> Hot Spitter man, pockets only fifty grand Riding a big body Impala, me and my partna Stan 20 inch rims, keep 'em spinning like a ceiling fan Haters goal tending, trying to get me out my figgas man But they can't get the man (no), can't hit the man Even them NBA dudes, can't stick the man Women crowd around me, paparazzi taking pictures man Catch me on the lot, at 3-1-0 I'm fitting get it man Curren$y got plenty money, to stack up And plenty burners too, in case you dudes wanna act up Play with me or my crew, and we'll be picking them gats up And have you on your celly, calling homies for back up And I don't think, you really want it to come to that Stunting for that crowd whodi, you better shut your trap But I ain't really coming, hunting for no drama I just wan' hit the club, and leave with your baby mama <i>[Hook - 2x]</i> <i>[Lil' Romeo]</i> 20's on the Bentley, 26's on the Lac truck If the coppers stop me, I'm probably gon get hand cuffed Cause I'm underage but, never under paid I'm making maximum wage, it's Richie Rich I got it made They call me Romeo, big game plenty do' You can't hold me so let me go, I got talent and that's fa sho Ask about the kid, and they'll tell you that dude can flow And when I'm done with school, I'll be hooping up in the pros Whoa No Limit boys we, be ramming our cars up Tearing malls up, spinning thousands at Toys-R-Us Nobody else who's in the game, go as hard as us There's no one as large as us, you don't wanna start with us I'ma grow up by kids, to grown women Every week they watching my show, on television They gotta love it they know, the boy's winning The girlies keep grinning, my rims they keep spinning <i>[Hook - 2x]</i> <i>[Master P]</i> I'ma tell you like this, keep your eye on your chick Cause her eyes on my wrist, and these boys that I'm with The girls like me, whodi I don't blame em I'm in the Guinness Book of Records, for the richest entertainer Call me the Ghetto Bill Gates, cause they system can't change us Had money and cars, way before I was famous I'm in the pros, but I can buy the team I got two made-by's, one blue the other green If it ain't riding spinners, then you know I can't roll And if I had it over a month, then I let my cousin hold it I'm the first one on Cribs, with a house with gold ceilings Got a truck lowered Bentleys, cause that's how I'm living In the winter pull the trucks out, the summer it's the drop top Chinchilla on my clothes, got a million in the watch <i>[Liberty]</i> Hey move out the way, I'm ready to cause havoc Me and my soldiers be balling, while most of y'all acting I leave cats distracted, sticking like magnets I'm the shorty from the Philippines, the main attraction Holding up in fly whips, switching every other day No Limit girls ball, like the WNBA right <i>[Hook - 2x]</i> We riding g'eah |
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from Master P - 99 Ways To Die (1995)
[Master P]
H to the motherfuckin' K A Richmond ass nigga residin' in the Bay Still slangin' cola out the motherfuckin' palm trees TRU to the game and gone off that Dank weed Shoot a nigga up in the middle of the sunset And when you ride through the town you better wear your vest Real East Bay gangsta, the P is not a prankster Put the nina to your a jaw and watch a nigga gank ya See it's a turf thing, fools like to gangbang Russian roullete, put the Glock to your dome man And if a fool live he have shit in his pants Just seen the devil, taught you how to dirty dance Merri D whip the beat up just like some dope I put the lyrics in the chamber and watch that ass get smoked [Chorus] 99 ways to die, survival of the fittest Only one way to stay alive 99 ways to die, survival of the fittest Only one way to stay alive 99 ways to die, survival of the fittest Only one way to stay alive [Master P] Head for the 94, P got that deuce deuce Homies better run, gon' like psycho ready to bust a few 23rd street, I'm posted in the cut Southside of the Rich, TRU don't give a fuck Caught a fool slippin', tryin' to slang them Coca leaves Mark's gettin' smoked in my hood like some Dank weed My homie little Rich got the shotgun ready to bust a cap Duct tape around your mouth motherfucker did you ??? Ain't nobody trippin', caught that ass slippin' Dumpin' bullets in your back like young Scottie Pippen Niggas in the truck, with automatics 5 g's ready to roll up on your ass from some static Fry that ass like Wendy's, where they fry fuckin' burgers Well done drippin' in blood cause that's the way I serve ya No lettuce or tomato, just straight lead When people straight clip three bullets to your head [Chorus] [Master P] Blood drippin' from my nose, I'm in a cold sweat I done smoked this fool, can't sleep I need a cigarette O.G. but it's time for me to put in work I mean cock the trigger, time to do my own dirt King guard the window, I toss and turn in my sleep Silkk hand on the pump, I hear the fuckin' police It's my time to come, i'm going out like Kadafi Jumped out the window ain't nobody gonna stop me Still have fuckin' blood on my hands from the torture ??? with the motherfucker that I thought ya Cause it's slaughter in the dope game Have you ever held the hands of a dead man It's serious G , I can't sleep though And I'm gone on that motherfuckin' Indo You gotta stay strapped Ain't no time to blank Niggas in my hood left dead with they corpses' stank Black-on-black crimes it's all about the dividends The government fed dope to my hood to make us kill again Fake D.A., feds on my fuckin' case Just like the ??? man, fuck the yellow tape I'm out on 50 g's and that's real And the sucka that snitched on the P, got his cap peeled [Chorus] |
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from Master P - Game Face (2002)
(More than a woman...)
This for all the soldierettes that made it through the war Was able to maintain the struggle (More than a woman to me) Oh yeah this for all them thug girls out there [Verse 1] She that gangsta type, love to fight Rode motorbikes, wodie shit, do it all night Feel the fall, she a killa dawg Do a bid in a minute just to get some scrilla dawg It's a cold game, I mean she used cold names Like Nikki, Mimi, Shelly, you know her man She be iced out, creepin when the lights out Be a Queen to the King I mean a right spouse Project chick, but when you see her she be playa Thuggin on da block but in bed she be nasty I'm lovin that, I mean I'm huggin that Put 10 karats on her finger other bitches muggin that Rolls 600, tats on stomach Ain't no stuntin, but love gettin money Down for whateva, thug til the end From the cradle to the grave, from the streets to the penn Ya heard me [Chorus - 2x] More than a woman... (Holla when ya need me!) More than a woman to me (Holla when ya need me!) [Verse 2] I call her baby boo, I'm one she two Rich or po', we gon' stick like glue Go to war wit her, jump in a car wit her Wifey material I mean my nigga Mean my lady, drive me crazy Like Rolls-y Ms. Bently, or Sadie Don't creep wit her, gotta sleep wit her I mean I love her too much to draw the heat wit her Keep it reala, love scrilla Thug figga, hustler, real gold getta Made misses, iced out riches Love kisses, went to the penn the first to visit [Chorus x3] |
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from Master P - Good Side Bad Side (2004)
[Intro]
Yeah nega I'm going rep this motherfucking No Limit to I D.I.E Check this out nigga I could gave a FUCK what a nigga gotta say about me I could gave a FUCK what the media gotta say about me Nigga I ain't got no motherfucking english I'm from the hood And you know what? If a motherfucker come at me they better come right (you heeeard me?) [Chorus x 16] Don't make me act a fool (what!) [Verse 1] Still posted on the block Still slangin that coke Still runnin from the cops Still lettin those bitches know Still fuckin with your made Beause blowin that ganja Uptown New Orleans is where them thugs gonna find me Rolling with those head bustas My niggaz spliting wigs A couple fucking g's nigga it can get did Straight from the hood And I represent the street Send money to the pen Still fucking with see (okay!) R.I.P. to the niggaz in the motherfucking dirt When I look into their momma's eyes I still see the hurt What a nigga supposed to do when his boy get shot? Put the bullets in the can and let that motherfucker pop [Chorus x 16] [Verse 3] Thug girls, I put my name on them Me and Jon's like the Lakers Going for three rings in the game on them We ain't done til it's a dun-dadda And I got my own lable so fuck Gucci and Prada nigga I'm underated like Sam Cassell But when the playoffs come nigga I'm gunna be there Can't fall off because a nigga ain't average Fuck the I.R.S. a nigga still got cabbage Know how to play the game because the nigga is a baller Lil Jon with the beat (jeah!) and now them hoes want to call ya I ain't Michael Jackson the P won't quit I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6 [Chorus x 16] [Verse 4] I still walk through the hood by motherfucking myself And if I have some beef nigga I don't need know help A nega ain't Puffy and a nigga ain't Ma$e So give me 50-feet before I catch a fuckin case, nigga We ain't going to the Grammys Find us on the block posted up slangin motherfucking wammies Still thuged out with the white tees fuck-a-nigga who don't like me I got nine biscuits for the dog that try to bite me I'm still rowdy Nigga I'm still bouty Still got them bouncing in the clubs And the hoes still talk about me Ten years later nigga I'm still in the game y'all thought after 400$ mill a nigga would change? [Chorus x 16] |
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from Master P - Ghetto D (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1997)
Master P
Come 1 Come All, TRU niggaz ball (I told ya), I know there's niggaz out there wait'n fo' tha fall Chorus: After Dollars, No Cents. From Shabz 2 Benz, From Cheddar 2 Cheeze, Tryna Pay Tha Rent. (x2) I'm a hustla, balla, nigga gee'z, cut keyz, gats for enemies, freeze, hund reds of greens. Kill, robbery soldiaz born 2 ride, killaz born 2 die, mommaz born 2 cry. Wild like tha lone fuck'n ranger, niggaz from tha South keep 1 up in tha chamber. Lord knows when ya enemy is quick, that's why niggaz watch'n niggaz back, cuz they gone off that pila shit. Cane, niggaz game, heroin in tha vain, fuck'n with there brains. Who tha next nigga ta get popped by a cop? Who tha next in tha hood 2 get shot? I hope it ain't me, so I'm strapped with a bulletproof. Nigga on my stomach see muthafuck'n TRU. Soldia till I die, fuck it I won't cry, look my enemy in tha eye. Fuuck every nigga that ain't real, cuz we bout it, & if I have to die cuz a nigga gon' shout it! I was born a No Limit Soldia from heart. Cowards run they mouth, but killaz don't talk. Chorus (x2) You no Kris, I'm Kros, y'all ran, we walked. No Limit niggaz got Ghetto Dope by pounds & balls. Blow'n tapes up in flames, like weed. Got boxed albums up like keyz from tha South 2 Overseaz. Nigga, Independent & Rowdy, niggaz check billboard, number 1 & Bout It. That's why niggaz tryna get us on tha radio, now niggaz might see tha P on tha video, but a niggaz still TRU 2 tha gizame. Represent tha hood, & every fuck'n nigga that gang-bang. These streets iz so real, fool guard ya grill. Smoke 1 fo' tha homies that have made it over tha hill, cuz we... Chorus (x2) Silkk After dollarz, no cents. We represent'n No Limit, put it down rolex, presidential. Nigga ride everythang I done sent u. Nigga, I went from riches 2 riches, not muthafuck'n rags to riches, cuz I've always had money, plus I've always had bitches. Young muthafuckaz tryna get Mojo, nigga act like ya muthafuckaz know, cuz I pull a high solo. Hit em fo' they gee'z low, lay low, crow. Get a bien 2 go. Why ain't you ever know, don't crush dimes, & mo mo's. Nigga runnin' from tha po-po's, high from a low low, take a trip together to tha ocapulka. But show those, put ya breasts right up under my polo's, nigga strapped with a 44' & I'm solo. To try test'n tha best nut & that's a no no. 365 days, 24-7, I'm bout my richez, see money is a must, everything is a plus, including weed & bitchez. It went from $18.5 a key, not $18.5 fo' me see'n P ta do a show, act like y'all know. Ghetto millionaire, ship & guard tha dope. Master P You know me, we have Silkk & P, ugggggggghhh!!! |
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from Master P - Ghetto D 10Th Anniversary (2005)
Master P
Come 1 Come All, TRU niggaz ball (I told ya), I know there's niggaz out there wait'n fo' tha fall Chorus: After Dollars, No Cents. From Shabz 2 Benz, From Cheddar 2 Cheeze, Tryna Pay Tha Rent. (x2) I'm a hustla, balla, nigga gee'z, cut keyz, gats for enemies, freeze, hund reds of greens. Kill, robbery soldiaz born 2 ride, killaz born 2 die, mommaz born 2 cry. Wild like tha lone fuck'n ranger, niggaz from tha South keep 1 up in tha chamber. Lord knows when ya enemy is quick, that's why niggaz watch'n niggaz back, cuz they gone off that pila shit. Cane, niggaz game, heroin in tha vain, fuck'n with there brains. Who tha next nigga ta get popped by a cop? Who tha next in tha hood 2 get shot? I hope it ain't me, so I'm strapped with a bulletproof. Nigga on my stomach see muthafuck'n TRU. Soldia till I die, fuck it I won't cry, look my enemy in tha eye. Fuuck every nigga that ain't real, cuz we bout it, & if I have to die cuz a nigga gon' shout it! I was born a No Limit Soldia from heart. Cowards run they mouth, but killaz don't talk. Chorus (x2) You no Kris, I'm Kros, y'all ran, we walked. No Limit niggaz got Ghetto Dope by pounds & balls. Blow'n tapes up in flames, like weed. Got boxed albums up like keyz from tha South 2 Overseaz. Nigga, Independent & Rowdy, niggaz check billboard, number 1 & Bout It. That's why niggaz tryna get us on tha radio, now niggaz might see tha P on tha video, but a niggaz still TRU 2 tha gizame. Represent tha hood, & every fuck'n nigga that gang-bang. These streets iz so real, fool guard ya grill. Smoke 1 fo' tha homies that have made it over tha hill, cuz we... Chorus (x2) Silkk After dollarz, no cents. We represent'n No Limit, put it down rolex, presidential. Nigga ride everythang I done sent u. Nigga, I went from riches 2 riches, not muthafuck'n rags to riches, cuz I've always had money, plus I've always had bitches. Young muthafuckaz tryna get Mojo, nigga act like ya muthafuckaz know, cuz I pull a high solo. Hit em fo' they gee'z low, lay low, crow. Get a bien 2 go. Why ain't you ever know, don't crush dimes, & mo mo's. Nigga runnin' from tha po-po's, high from a low low, take a trip together to tha ocapulka. But show those, put ya breasts right up under my polo's, nigga strapped with a 44' & I'm solo. To try test'n tha best nut & that's a no no. 365 days, 24-7, I'm bout my richez, see money is a must, everything is a plus, including weed & bitchez. It went from $18.5 a key, not $18.5 fo' me see'n P ta do a show, act like y'all know. Ghetto millionaire, ship & guard tha dope. Master P You know me, we have Silkk & P, ugggggggghhh!!! |
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from Master P - Ghetto D 10Th Anniversary (2005)
Master P
Come 1 Come All, TRU niggaz ball (I told ya), I know there's niggaz out there wait'n fo' tha fall Chorus: After Dollars, No Cents. From Shabz 2 Benz, From Cheddar 2 Cheeze, Tryna Pay Tha Rent. (x2) I'm a hustla, balla, nigga gee'z, cut keyz, gats for enemies, freeze, hund reds of greens. Kill, robbery soldiaz born 2 ride, killaz born 2 die, mommaz born 2 cry. Wild like tha lone fuck'n ranger, niggaz from tha South keep 1 up in tha chamber. Lord knows when ya enemy is quick, that's why niggaz watch'n niggaz back, cuz they gone off that pila shit. Cane, niggaz game, heroin in tha vain, fuck'n with there brains. Who tha next nigga ta get popped by a cop? Who tha next in tha hood 2 get shot? I hope it ain't me, so I'm strapped with a bulletproof. Nigga on my stomach see muthafuck'n TRU. Soldia till I die, fuck it I won't cry, look my enemy in tha eye. Fuuck every nigga that ain't real, cuz we bout it, & if I have to die cuz a nigga gon' shout it! I was born a No Limit Soldia from heart. Cowards run they mouth, but killaz don't talk. Chorus (x2) You no Kris, I'm Kros, y'all ran, we walked. No Limit niggaz got Ghetto Dope by pounds & balls. Blow'n tapes up in flames, like weed. Got boxed albums up like keyz from tha South 2 Overseaz. Nigga, Independent & Rowdy, niggaz check billboard, number 1 & Bout It. That's why niggaz tryna get us on tha radio, now niggaz might see tha P on tha video, but a niggaz still TRU 2 tha gizame. Represent tha hood, & every fuck'n nigga that gang-bang. These streets iz so real, fool guard ya grill. Smoke 1 fo' tha homies that have made it over tha hill, cuz we... Chorus (x2) Silkk After dollarz, no cents. We represent'n No Limit, put it down rolex, presidential. Nigga ride everythang I done sent u. Nigga, I went from riches 2 riches, not muthafuck'n rags to riches, cuz I've always had money, plus I've always had bitches. Young muthafuckaz tryna get Mojo, nigga act like ya muthafuckaz know, cuz I pull a high solo. Hit em fo' they gee'z low, lay low, crow. Get a bien 2 go. Why ain't you ever know, don't crush dimes, & mo mo's. Nigga runnin' from tha po-po's, high from a low low, take a trip together to tha ocapulka. But show those, put ya breasts right up under my polo's, nigga strapped with a 44' & I'm solo. To try test'n tha best nut & that's a no no. 365 days, 24-7, I'm bout my richez, see money is a must, everything is a plus, including weed & bitchez. It went from $18.5 a key, not $18.5 fo' me see'n P ta do a show, act like y'all know. Ghetto millionaire, ship & guard tha dope. Master P You know me, we have Silkk & P, ugggggggghhh!!! |
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from Master P - Only God Can Judge Me (1999)
[D.I.G.]
This for the motherfuckin haters, ya heard me? Who always told me we was never gon' amount to shit I got somethin for that ass, ya heard me? Fuck y'all, I'm on my way to the top nigga [Master P] Nigga No Limit ain't hard to find, ya heard me? Ain't nuttin changed but our bank account Hah hahhhh.. Chorus: D.I.G. (repeat 2X) This is for them niggaz want war - who underestimated Never thought that we would make it this far Yo this is for them thug niggaz Yo this is for them bud hitters, and them motherfuckin drug dealers Verse One: D.I.G. Whassup nigga? How's life been treatin you? Remember me? I'm the nigga used to hang in your crew The one you used to hate, used to knock and laugh in my face And always said in rappin I don't have what it take But look at me now, puttin the rap game on lock Yeah nigga it's me, the same nigga off the block Don't trip, I'm just here to let you know what's goin on and that life is good for a nigga who started small But it's funny how I'm lovin the money as it keeps comin I remember y'all sayin I wasn't gon' amount to nuttin So stop stuntin, cause I ain't with that huntin and frontin I'm the same ol' nigga, still thuggin Chorus Verse Two: Master P How ya like me now thugs I made it out the brick Member I was broke nigga, picture me rich Still hangin with my soldiers, still blowin doja We MADE MEN but still knock some haters off the shoulder You can +Hate Me Now+ I did a song with Nas A couple of niggaz came up when I fuckin retired But I'm back nigga, and you know I'm the best Cause I can walk through rain and - don't get wet Y'all phony niggaz try to look like us and try to be me Nigga talk shit when I ain't around fool HOLLA WHEN YOU SEE ME Y'all little soldiers just be yourself niggaz, fuck stuntin If you ain't gotta go get it never put bitches over money Chorus Verse Three: Magic I told you motherfuckers I was sick of this shit I'm comin up - I know you bought "Thuggin" bitch I got a lotta niggaz scared in this game You got the right to fear me - cause I'm comin for your fame I used to BEG you niggaz, man give me a verse Now you got the dick look because the shit done reversed Now I'm the fuckin star, I know you hear my anger You don't wanna go to war with this 9th Ward strangler Motherfuckers left me on the corner for the dead I wouldn't help you cocksuckers if you gave me some head What goes around comes around motherfucker If you want me come and get me FEEL THE WRATH of my blaka blaka Chorus |
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from Master P - Ghetto Postage (Edt) (2000)
Chorus:
I'll always come back to you I'll always come back to you I'll always come back to you I'll always come back to you Lil whodi lost his life this ghetto shit got em Some friends knocked on his door but we don't really know who shot em I lost a homie and a brother in the same week And momma got bags under her eyes she gets no sleep And these chickens love to flip flop I seen a hardest thug lose his life in the hood behind some zip locks I wrote Kevin on the wall but never moved on Girls screamin at the funeral cuz you was smooth homes Me and you and jimmy we used to ride together We all family lil one we supposed to die together But you had to go first (first) I mean the first to make it out the ghetto but you left in a hearse Now the preacher sayin life goes on after the rain After the pain but it aint the same I remember we used to ball together Me and you homie hustlin project halls together Whodi we all stood tall together Silkk C and me got you on our arms forever Chorus: We popped dollars together Counted dollars together We was on a roll doin shows nigga We was always together I lost so many peers Shared so many tears It's a trip to see so many rappers get killed And uh its' a mystery on Tupac Biggie Smalls changed his life and the next day he got shot Easy E died of aids And its so many unknown rappers lyin in graves To the media you aint shit till you die You make the cover of every magazine when you take that final ride Big Pun went triple platinum when his heart stopped On the radio and video stations nonstop Who wanna be next While you a dead superstar the record company still cashin checks Pour some liquor for the homies that done moved on And light your lighters for the soldiers cuz they never gone Chorus: |
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from Master P - Ghetto Postage (2002)
Chorus:
I'll always come back to you I'll always come back to you I'll always come back to you I'll always come back to you Lil whodi lost his life this ghetto shit got em Some friends knocked on his door but we don't really know who shot em I lost a homie and a brother in the same week And momma got bags under her eyes she gets no sleep And these chickens love to flip flop I seen a hardest thug lose his life in the hood behind some zip locks I wrote Kevin on the wall but never moved on Girls screamin at the funeral cuz you was smooth homes Me and you and jimmy we used to ride together We all family lil one we supposed to die together But you had to go first (first) I mean the first to make it out the ghetto but you left in a hearse Now the preacher sayin life goes on after the rain After the pain but it aint the same I remember we used to ball together Me and you homie hustlin project halls together Whodi we all stood tall together Silkk C and me got you on our arms forever Chorus: We popped dollars together Counted dollars together We was on a roll doin shows nigga We was always together I lost so many peers Shared so many tears It's a trip to see so many rappers get killed And uh its' a mystery on Tupac Biggie Smalls changed his life and the next day he got shot Easy E died of aids And its so many unknown rappers lyin in graves To the media you aint shit till you die You make the cover of every magazine when you take that final ride Big Pun went triple platinum when his heart stopped On the radio and video stations nonstop Who wanna be next While you a dead superstar the record company still cashin checks Pour some liquor for the homies that done moved on And light your lighters for the soldiers cuz they never gone Chorus: |
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from Master P - Good Side Bad Side (2004)
[Intro - Master P]
Some of your friends take your kindness for weakness Make a nigga wanna live like jews I told y'all I got a good side and a bad side And this my bad side [Master P] I got beef with some niggaz that I know Put one up in the chamber everybody hit the flo' Me and Curren$y rise high Cause we motherfucking thug niggaz Used to fucking love niggaz Now I gotta plug niggaz And my wrong niggaz makin' tones to give that up Plus we no limit boys ride from dawn to dusk Blame it on my cousin I'm a thug nigga Grew up in the projects rollin' with the drug dealers Heard your toy fucking soldiers want to do me Look I don't play this ain't no motherfucking movie I see you give farse clorise when your doped up Keep my name out cha mouth get cha bitch ass choked up Mama told me keep ya enemies close Put your trust in yourself cause your friends get you smoked Man you niggaz ain't shit You just hatin' on a thug nigga that's livin' ghetto rich [HOOK - 2X] Too every ghetto nigga that I know When you livin' that life know anything go [Master P] I got niggaz in the hood waiting on me to drop I got niggaz in the pin nigga ready to riot Screw C-P-3 and it's official I got three hundred rug rats ready to get with you Nigga years fuckin' later and I still got skrilla My motherfucking kids sleep on ???? I got other nigga bitches whodie screamin' my name And If you ain't with the army nigga turn in your chain Make sure these motherfuckers heard Everything I speak I mean every motherfucking word I play with it and get poped I go out of town and get money but I still run the block [HOOK - 2X] |
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from Master P - Game Face (2002)
(feat. C-Murder, Lil' Romeo, Silkk the Shocker)
Gameface UUUUUUHHHHHH Check them haters out [x6] What? What? What? What? The new No Limit you heard me them round platinum tank [Chorus] No limit is back on top ya'll haters can't stop us now (Turn your Gameface represent your nameplate) No limit is back on top ya'll haters can't stop us now (Turn your Gameface represent your nameplate) Criticism in the party like its H20 In the back of the club sayin bring some more Me and my soldgiers where the party at? Hinicy, Gin, and Juice who ordered that? Cause ya'll got cars and we got locked Ya'll buy houses and we buy blocks It ain't no limit to the dough i got The Ghetto Bill Gates in the parkin lot [Chorus] Got my porkchop mixed with 2 eggs A country tycoon with a hole lot of bread Bentleys and Hummers we bout that there And all my No Limit Soldgiers how you do that their? A couple of pages left but man we got colder 6 feet 5 in the hood we break bolders Smash supermodels cause they chicks to me And a million dollars more is like grits to me [Chorus] Always willin out but if im not willin You can take a picture of me on the island smilin Love for the haters but they mostly envys More type of sheperds on lock but they mostly 20's Play this game we suppose to win I drive a lot of cars but they mostly bentleys Lot of glass for cris but they mostly bottles See me with ghetto chicks but mostly models And um... [Chorus] Ya'll now we on top, but the tank ain't dropped We be like non stop with the one spot on locked You wanna play these games where the MVP's So fresh, and so clean like some people in jeans UUUUUUHHHHHH Oh Look, What, Look We from the south where they got golds in they mouth Barbeque's all day right in front of the house We use slit and slang like What's cracky man? What's happney man? We goin to a platinum man We play ball all year its that all year No Limit, P. Miller man that's all we wear We run it phat soldgiers get down like that From the club to the streets we get around like that Sad vaper roll with dogs that will chase ya There's love in the game but some will still rate ya I'm the type jump a crowd and get hype Rip in track check the source while mights [Chorus] Where them ballers at shot callers at? Cris style more wet we want all of that Where them ballers at shot callers at? D. D. Rimin We want all of that No Limit run this for you? HELL YEA!!! I said No Limit run this for you? HELL YEA!!! [Chorus til fade] |
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from Master P - Ice Cream Man (1996)
Uh, ah, da
(Are you ready for this) Err The Ice Cream Man (Are you ready for this) It's bad like my high (Are you ready for this) ERRR, my No Limit Soldiers, trademark Get em' up ugh, show ya domes, T-R-U We TRU, ugh, ugh Time to go to war, ugh [Master P] I'm posted up on the block, got these killers runnin' you sick of this And chicken nuts, niggas slangin' with cuts Ready to bust on you cluckers On you niggas that sick cause we sicker Niggas slangin' flickers I'm in the projects ballin' with my niggas I'm hustlin' quarters and thirty sacks Niggas ain't fuckin' with dirty sacks I'm hustlin' I got those ball sacks But y'all niggas don't know that I'm the mad killer, murder, lunatic You fuckin' with a nigga that don't give a fuck about you Or your bitch cause I'll go like psycho, ha ha ha Like Michael, load this fuckin' rifle Start blastin' at bitches motherfucker, yeah cause I'm a psycho Out that 3rd ward, Calliope killin' murder Lunatic, haven't you heard of a nigga not playin' with a full deck Break ya neck, hustle on ya check Get cho' get cho' neck broke Fuckin' field cats and chat No Limit nigga, real nigga, who Don't give a fuck when you dead and gone Motherfucker you feel my bucks from my chrome [Hook] UGH! back up off me, feel me ugh Feel it, back up off me, my trademark Ugh, feel it back up off me, ugh [Master P] Gon' pack me with a nigga with no bread Nappy head, put chu' in a grave Don't give a fuck about chu' niggas, piss on ya forehead I'm from that Southside, we kill with that cut rock But niggas they slangin' that hoo rock But niggas they wanna boo dock, that buddha Nigga a quarter, of water But y'all niggas late cause I done took over New Orleans In the Southside to the Westside to the Eastside to the Northside Motherfuckers never realize the young gon' die on the streets I'm killin' murder, the lunatic Never givin' a fuck, I'm tryin' to make bucks Before I leave this truck Got these killers watchin' me Niggas not pockin' me V got that tech nine and Man got that uzi Big Boz come with rah rah, niggas with sah sah KR hooked up the track so what the fuck y'all didn't realize We back to takin' the battle, scattle not rattle Get my tic tac and make ya motherfuckin' head rattle Like an ostrich, nigga you want some sausage Meet me in the French Quarter I'm kickin' it with them 3rd ward hustlers And they bout it, niggas we rowdy Never givin' a fuck, we started this bout it, bout it Now why y'all sayin' y'all bout it bout it Y'all scared of me, yeah y'all scared of me Bitch talkin' shit, you and ya bitch I ain't afraid of ya I'm hustlin' got them ballers, niggas we smokin' them quarters Fiends be dippin' that water but we hustlin' like it ain't no tomorrow [Hook] [Master P] Niggas comin' wicked, fools I'm gon' kick it Be whippin' niggas ass like I'm cookin' greasy chicken I'll pop off batter but niggas they wanna scatter Niggas they talkin' shit, I be runnin' with them 17 round automatics Up the trees, watch them niggas freeze Don't give a fuck, take off my shirt nigga No Limit on my back, back But niggas they pullin' that sack, sack TRU against my stomach motherfucker how y'all gonna fade that The real fuckin' click, ain't no love for y'all dubs Niggas think we slangin' dubs Nigga we slangin' tapes to you niggas across the world Niggas that squirrel, I got that girl My lil' partner got boy, got the whirl But I don't give a fuck cause I be sick like Suzy Take these 32 round clips from my automatic uzi Run and duck nigga you fried Ain't no love where I'm from, from the outside to the inside The projects from uptown to downtown To across the river Niggas slangin' that dope motherfucker get cho' head twisted In the river, you gone, ain't no love meet the chrome I be in the project ballin' like the black Al Capone And if you come sick you stupid Cause my click don't give a fuck cause they ready to shoot shit Up but nigga you better duck nigga Before you find your body floatin' up the Mississippi River [Hook repeated to end with various ad-libs] |
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from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)
[Mean Green] What's up y'all? It's the Mean-ster Green-ster THIS should be played in residential neighborhoods clubs, cars, at high volume Get (?) wodies, at high volume [Master P - over Mean Green] UNNNNNGHHH! Where all my No Limit Soldiers at? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? Where y'all at? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? (Throw 'em up, throw 'em up, throw 'em up) WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? (Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up) [Chorus 2X: Master P] I'm a Down South nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ I'm a West coast nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ I'm a East coast nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ I'm a Midwest nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ [Master P] Rented gat in his ride, wodie throw 'em up high We some No Limit Soldiers 'til the day that we die And everybody in my click be rowdy (UNNNNGHHH) (?) boot up, or shut up, or get routed! I'm from the streets and I hang with killers I make music by the ghetto for the thugs and killers Wodie respect my hood, screamin C-P-3 Nigga and Magic and Snoop, over there with me Cause I'm a Uptown nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ If we got problems we gon' bust them triggers Throw them thangs boy, like Sugar Shane Mosley Shake them haters, cause y'all can't hold me [Chorus] [Mr. Magic] Get bucked up, nigga tear da club up If you ain't bout gettin rowdy then back the FUCK UP Y'all, know when I'm comin you hear the chopper go BLAKA BLAKA I came to tear the ROOF off this motherfucker The hyper y'all get the harder I spit (WHOOO!) And won't stop until they start a fight in this bitch! When I touch the mic I set the bitch on fire Who say they harder? They a motherfuckin LIAR! I touch the stage the crowd go crazy (AHHH!) The Devil raised me, you motherfuckers can't fade me Mr. 9th Ward, better respect this I keep my head in the air because I know I'm the shit! [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] B-O-U-T bout it (bout it) Tear this motherfuckin club up, nigga get rowdy Big Snoop D-O-double-G in this sonuvabitch (beitch) Gotcha runnin cause I'm comin with that South shit Close your mouth BITCH, DoggHouse BITCH Whatchu thought motherfucker? We gon' stay rich Well, the sayin goes, we slangin hoes while y'all be payin hoes, we G'd up and we pushin these pony-ups And the heat goes where the homie goes and the homie knows No Limit and DoggHouse keep it crack-a-lackin Mackin actin, rip-rackin, gun clappin and chip stackin [Chorus] - 1/2 [Magic] Back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [Magic] Better back up off me! [M.P.] Bitch, get off me! [M.P.] I'm a 3rd Ward nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ [Magic] I'm a 9th Ward nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ [Snoop] I'm a Long Beach nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ [M.P.] I'm a No Limit nigga so FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAZ [Master P] Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Now which one of y'all motherfuckers (??) BACK THE FUCK UP!! Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Fuck the world nigga, haha (BEOTCH) We back wodie! No Limit! Snoop! (WOOF WOOF) P! And Magic So what I want y'all to do right now BOUNCE! (Shake them haters shake them haters shake them haters off) Motherfucker [Snoop] Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off Shake them haters off, shake them haters off [Master P] Yo Snoop, it's your country uncle Master P man The black Tony Montana, I wanna tell you Thank you for ery'thing you did for No Limit We won the fuckin war together We can do what we wanna do after this It ain't No Limit Snoop, you been good to me Now it's time for me to be good to you I'm bout to give you your own blocks wodie You do what you wanna do Bring 'em in, we get the kilos from the South to the West We ship 'em, give it to the world Sell it to the fuckin record stores! Tell the fuckin haters to shut up! Cause it still ain't No Limit I know they thought this was "Tha Last Meal" but they don't realize it ain't the last deal Snoopy It's me and you baby, let's toast to success! DoggHouse, No Limit, to the fuckin world man! "Last Meal" on that puta, you fuckin cockroaches! |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Huh!
Ha! Yea (Lets go get this bitch ass nigga) Let me tell you a little story about... About this nigga I knew... This nigga I knew... Jus-Just... Look *You was my nigga, now we beefin' I'm bustin' at you You bustin' at me And it wont stop till we both sleepin' (It's world war nigga) (Check this shit out) *Repeat We was claimin' the same hood Fucked the same bitches (same bitches) And they knew If I hit it, you had to hit it too We was crew You was with me when I first pulled the trigger You tried to shoot too, but your gun jammed So we pulled off..ya remember? I hid by your mama house for a couple of days Cause the niggaz we was beefin' with knew where I stayed We were some down south niggaz Bootin' 'em out niggaz The wrong route niggaz... Typical niggaz We just nickel and dime it Sellin' weed...to the needy Everything be 50-50 Ain't no need for being greedy You my dogg, huh? (For sho' bro) So thats how we played it Niggaz who hated... We rushin' them and demonstrated While we ain't to be faded On this mission to get money, power, and bitches Or whatever come along with these riches That's if nobody snitches I'd do a BID for ya Take care of your KID for ya But damn! Look what these pussy niggaz done did to ya <phone rings> (chorus in the background during the talking) -Hello?? -Yeah, nigga, whats happenin'? -Whats happenin' with ya dogg? -Nigga, whats happenin' with you nigga? Talking about you got some beef with me nigga -Beef wit' you? Nigga you know I'm a real nigga, If I had some beef with you, I'd come to you like a man dogg...It ain't like that between us See what it is, is... You talkin' to these niggaz...and these niggaz got you goin' Them niggaz told you I blew up And I forgot about us The same niggaz who was with you and afraid to bust How could you listen to these niggaz? When they mean no good Mothafuckers ain't even from our hood And know you snortin' furl with 'em Off in that world with 'em And Father forgive him He dance to some other rhythm Ever thought that we could work it out? We would meet But as long as you with them niggaz I'll be with that heat And that's deep Cause I made a promise to your mama when we was only 12 I'll deliver you from evil and keep you alive and well Guess I gotta disappoint her But you leave me no choice... Callin' my crib, with this murder-murder tone in your voice What...I'm a bitch or somethin'? I used to fight for ya Used to let you stay at my mama crib when shit jsut wasn't right for ya Look what you do me in return... I guess I played with fire So eventually it burns Nigga -Hello? Hello? Man this nigga done fuckin' hung up on me Y'all think that nigga serious? *Repeat It's world war nigga |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
What what what what what
*Who talkin noise? We makin noise 504 boy Playin with them big toys X4 Look Motherfuckers its mac The one who pump slugs in your back Lyrical attacka Keep it ghetto like black lacqua Camo'd assasin To the best the epitomy Of a soulja Bustin like I got chips up on my shoulda Hold your horses I come through like "whatchu wanna do?" Murder who? I kill that whole crew with a 2-2 These niggaz rookie I crush em like pink cookies Dont fuck with me When im broke Pissed off And my bitch aint given me no nookie Kinda glad P took me Off the streets to make duckies Now I take supermodels to hotels And make whoopie Pull they hair Call em out they names Dont you like that? Then I give my lil sister the cash So she strike that Niggaz like mac Rock mercedez benz toe bustas And I only shop at them military Stores cousin Solja rag on my eyes till I die Nigga what? Im a Tank Dogg These niggaz is just mutts (ARF!) *Repeat (X2) My nigga Jeff just got 30 years Fuck MC Went in a house Found a safe with about 3 bricks Thats that punk bitch Deuce-A Sweatin my niggaz He wont rest until my whole click's Doin some figgaz Can we ride on my enemy's late tonite? A young nigga With a .45 Bustin on site What I might Is whether bleed with passion See this drug game to me Is like a fatal attraction Salvation from this life Thats what I need See these jealous ass niggaz Wont let me breathe Will I succeed in this cold world? Pray for me please I dont get caught up in this rap life A dying disease Over seas is where they come from We know who sent them If them bitches six-teenth I believe ill get them I aint fuckin with no new niggaz Believe im ballin If I ever go to jail Big Boz im callin Will my real niggaz ride for me? Believe they will If I get killed Bring me back to the IvoryVille Nigga *Repeat (X2) They say only god can judge me My peepz say "yeah there be world war 3 Prolly in the year 2 G But livin this street life I'm thuggin and ready to rumble With any nigga that ready to tussle Motherfucker I feel as if im at the edge of my life So I give it to them raw In the heat of the night I ain't hard to find Im the nigga with the two 9's Next to the Last Don Nigga thugged out for mine A Made Man The Bossalinie of the scenery And be full of that greenery When you peepin me Im full of that crime family Im on the grind and I can handle that I aint trappin I gotta weigh that shake Ima hit them with these ghetto ingredients Some ghetto dope Go round tweekin And get D.I.G. Thats me im a young nigga Fuck around with me dog And y'all get done nigga *Repeat (X4) |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
Kid: Hey dad I got in a fight with this white kid today at school.
P: Son, didn't I tell you I don't want you fighting? Kid: But he called me a nigger. [Master P] I'm just a black man trapped in this white world (x5) And this goes to every woman, man, boy, and girl Its a shame when you can't send your kids, to decent schools We live in the world for the laws and no rules Gang-bangers, crease sides, and chalk lines Correctional facilities full of juveniles doin' petty crimes In this ghetto, got me crazy Sometimes I wish, mama wouldn'ta made me But its a shame when you gotta raise a baby And the color of my skin might taint me I'm just a black man trapped in this white world (x3) And this goes to every woman, man, boy, and girl And all the money can't change the color of your skin Why so many blacks and Mexicans in the pen? It is cause we VIOLENT? But why Abraham Lincoln freed the slaves and started smilin'? So many people have dreams But why society eliminated Martin Luther King? And they tell us to be proud to be black And at the same time Uncle John shoot us in the back Independence, its a free country No jobs, most blacks turn to street money A bunch of ghetto full of drugs and alcohol Where found history books about white laws And tell me Hilfiger discriminate And sell us clothes But we can't blame him cause We don't support the black stores And only God can judge ??? and what's White or black and red and blue equals gang banging I'm just a black man trapped in this white world (x3) And this goes to every woman, man, boy, and girl (I'm just a black man Trapped in this white world) I'm colorblind, so Lord won't you feel my pain (Hold on, hold on Trapped in this white world) I'm colorblind, so Lord won't you feel my pain [Silkk] P pray for your little brother [Master P] Silkk, keep your head up [Silkk] I'm tryin' but sometime I get fed up (Damn) What about all of the people that died in the past? Peers I can't get back with too many found guilty And I know they didn't do it But still they can't get back I see the copper be tryin' to nail me Police constantly trailin' me Cause I'm young, rich, and black I'm always under survelience Dash me out the car And wanna ask me who the car fuck Thay allowed to carry guns Can't never be convicted Who that law fuck? I'm guilty till proven innocent Still we all equals, how do you figure? Cop told me "you weren't speeding but I'm gonna give you a ticket cause you a nigger" I seen the hardest of my homies Break down in tears A white judge looked them in the eyes And gave them 35 years Now its a everyday struggle I hustle just to live To raise your kids When they got them teachin' them Their parents better than them They got me thinkin' The color of my skin Is a sin I'm a black man in a white man's world Where its set up for me not to win Lookit, ain't that about a bitch They look at us like we ain't shit But lookit, I ain't racist, but face it, it exists I'm a black man (Unghhhhh) [Master P] I'm just a black man trapped in this white world (x3) And this goes to every woman, man, boy, and girl Outro: Check this out (check this out) Underneath (underneath) Ain't no black or white (there ain't no black or white) We all equal (we all equal) We all equal (we all equal) We all (remember that) Got the same opportunity Whether we wanna be judges, doctors, or lawyers Ain't a black or white thing Pick the best man for the job And there shouldn't be no hatin' Where you live, if you can afford to buy a house Should be able to live wherever you want The same hospitality they give to athletes And movie stars Should give that same hospitality and companionship To your neighbors You heard me? Y'all know it ain't a black and white thing with me I just make music For the reality Only the real could feel this, huh Only the real could feel this |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
Kid: Hey dad I got in a fight with this white kid today at school.
P: Son, didn't I tell you I don't want you fighting? Kid: But he called me a nigger. [Master P] I'm just a black man trapped in this white world (x5) And this goes to every woman, man, boy, and girl Its a shame when you can't send your kids, to decent schools We live in the world for the laws and no rules Gang-bangers, crease sides, and chalk lines Correctional facilities full of juveniles doin' petty crimes In this ghetto, got me crazy Sometimes I wish, mama wouldn'ta made me But its a shame when you gotta raise a baby And the color of my skin might taint me I'm just a black man trapped in this white world (x3) And this goes to every woman, man, boy, and girl And all the money can't change the color of your skin Why so many blacks and Mexicans in the pen? It is cause we VIOLENT? But why Abraham Lincoln freed the slaves and started smilin'? So many people have dreams But why society eliminated Martin Luther King? And they tell us to be proud to be black And at the same time Uncle John shoot us in the back Independence, its a free country No jobs, most blacks turn to street money A bunch of ghetto full of drugs and alcohol Where found history books about white laws And tell me Hilfiger discriminate And sell us clothes But we can't blame him cause We don't support the black stores And only God can judge ??? and what's White or black and red and blue equals gang banging I'm just a black man trapped in this white world (x3) And this goes to every woman, man, boy, and girl (I'm just a black man Trapped in this white world) I'm colorblind, so Lord won't you feel my pain (Hold on, hold on Trapped in this white world) I'm colorblind, so Lord won't you feel my pain [Silkk] P pray for your little brother [Master P] Silkk, keep your head up [Silkk] I'm tryin' but sometime I get fed up (Damn) What about all of the people that died in the past? Peers I can't get back with too many found guilty And I know they didn't do it But still they can't get back I see the copper be tryin' to nail me Police constantly trailin' me Cause I'm young, rich, and black I'm always under survelience Dash me out the car And wanna ask me who the car fuck Thay allowed to carry guns Can't never be convicted Who that law fuck? I'm guilty till proven innocent Still we all equals, how do you figure? Cop told me "you weren't speeding but I'm gonna give you a ticket cause you a nigger" I seen the hardest of my homies Break down in tears A white judge looked them in the eyes And gave them 35 years Now its a everyday struggle I hustle just to live To raise your kids When they got them teachin' them Their parents better than them They got me thinkin' The color of my skin Is a sin I'm a black man in a white man's world Where its set up for me not to win Lookit, ain't that about a bitch They look at us like we ain't shit But lookit, I ain't racist, but face it, it exists I'm a black man (Unghhhhh) [Master P] I'm just a black man trapped in this white world (x3) And this goes to every woman, man, boy, and girl Outro: Check this out (check this out) Underneath (underneath) Ain't no black or white (there ain't no black or white) We all equal (we all equal) We all equal (we all equal) We all (remember that) Got the same opportunity Whether we wanna be judges, doctors, or lawyers Ain't a black or white thing Pick the best man for the job And there shouldn't be no hatin' Where you live, if you can afford to buy a house Should be able to live wherever you want The same hospitality they give to athletes And movie stars Should give that same hospitality and companionship To your neighbors You heard me? Y'all know it ain't a black and white thing with me I just make music For the reality Only the real could feel this, huh Only the real could feel this |
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from Master P - Only God Can Judge Me (1999)
[MP] You wanna half, or you ready for the whole thing?
[Ms] You ready for the whole thing? [MP] Shit, you ain't gon' change on a nigga ha? [Ms] Tchk, no [MP] I'ma make you out my boonapalist, ya heard me? [Ms] That's straight [Ms. Peachers singin] Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real with you No matter what the world may think, boy I'll always be your Boo [Master P speaks over singin] I'ma let you shine, all the time But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them niggaz, you mine I'ma let you shine, all the time But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them niggaz, you mine My ghetto boonapalist, I wanna see you topless Lie you in my bed like the six-fo', then drop this to a deck, overlookin, a beautiful ocean sight Take you out the ghetto, if it's only fo' one night I'ma keep it real girl, I ain't gon' bullshit or stunt See I make my money, every first of the month If you could, be there for me like I'ma, be there for you Everything that you could think about I'ma make it, come true I 'member you used to visit me in jail, some say that love is blind But I told you when I get out, I'ma make sure that you shine A couple of carats around your finger, baguettes around your wrist A couple of million in the bank, damn we the shit Put the kids in private school, but still pack that tool Cause you know them niggaz think we rich they gon' act a fuckin fool [Ms. Peachers singin] Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real with you No matter what the world may think, boy I'll always be your Boo [Master P speaks over singin] I'ma let you shine, all the time But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them niggaz, you mine I'ma let you shine, all the time But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them niggaz, you mine [Ms. Peachers singin] Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real with you No matter what the world may think, boy I'll always be your Boo [D.I.G.] Yo, but when I greet you I greet you like you a lady I just ask your name, I never say 'Yo whazzup baby?' because you lookin fine, havin a beautiful day Now it'll be my pleasure just to greet you up on your way wherever you goin, we can even jump in the ride I'll drive you round the city, be your chaffeur, make it live Don't means I wanna creep witchu, just wanna be witchu Girl you keep it real with me and look I keep it real with you too Boo All of these feelings I'm holdin inside Some feelings I can never hide I never keep a secret or tell a lie I'ma let you shine all the time And when you roll through the ghetto let them niggaz know that you mine, ya heard me? [Ms. Peachers singin] Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real with you No matter what the world may think, boy I'll always be your Boo [Master P speaks over singin] I'ma let you shine, all the time But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them niggaz, you mine I'ma let you shine, all the time But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them niggaz, you mine [Ms. Peaches] You don't ever have to worry bout me sayin I'm your lady Keep it real with me cause boy you know you really drive me crazy All I want.. is for us, to be, together No matter what.. I'll be there through stormy weather Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real with you No matter what the world may think, boy I'll always be your Boo Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real with you No matter what the world may think, boy I'll always be your Boo [Master P] My ghetto boonapalist ya heard me? My boonapalist -- every thug need one That's a woman that ain't gon', stress her man, ya heard me? Every thug need a boonapalist, uh-heh She know when you out there hustlin, she gon' be there for you And when you locked down, she gon' be there for you When things ain't right, she gon' be there for you When yo' paper ain't right, her paper gon' be right, ya heard me? That's a boonapalist, that's what I need That's what I need a boonapalist But all the homies out there If your boonapalist straight, and you come up, huh You take your boonapalist and, you put her on top, ya heard me? That's that boonapalist love, ya heard me? |
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from Master P - Only God Can Judge Me (2000)
[MP] You wanna half, or you ready for the whole thing?
[Ms] You ready for the whole thing? [MP] Shit, you ain't gon' change on a nigga ha? [Ms] Tchk, no [MP] I'ma make you out my boonapalist, ya heard me? [Ms] That's straight [Ms. Peachers singin] Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real with you No matter what the world may think, boy I'll always be your Boo [Master P speaks over singin] I'ma let you shine, all the time But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them niggaz, you mine I'ma let you shine, all the time But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them niggaz, you mine My ghetto boonapalist, I wanna see you topless Lie you in my bed like the six-fo', then drop this to a deck, overlookin, a beautiful ocean sight Take you out the ghetto, if it's only fo' one night I'ma keep it real girl, I ain't gon' bullshit or stunt See I make my money, every first of the month If you could, be there for me like I'ma, be there for you Everything that you could think about I'ma make it, come true I 'member you used to visit me in jail, some say that love is blind But I told you when I get out, I'ma make sure that you shine A couple of carats around your finger, baguettes around your wrist A couple of million in the bank, damn we the shit Put the kids in private school, but still pack that tool Cause you know them niggaz think we rich they gon' act a fuckin fool [Ms. Peachers singin] Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real with you No matter what the world may think, boy I'll always be your Boo [Master P speaks over singin] I'ma let you shine, all the time But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them niggaz, you mine I'ma let you shine, all the time But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them niggaz, you mine [Ms. Peachers singin] Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real with you No matter what the world may think, boy I'll always be your Boo [D.I.G.] Yo, but when I greet you I greet you like you a lady I just ask your name, I never say 'Yo whazzup baby?' because you lookin fine, havin a beautiful day Now it'll be my pleasure just to greet you up on your way wherever you goin, we can even jump in the ride I'll drive you round the city, be your chaffeur, make it live Don't means I wanna creep witchu, just wanna be witchu Girl you keep it real with me and look I keep it real with you too Boo All of these feelings I'm holdin inside Some feelings I can never hide I never keep a secret or tell a lie I'ma let you shine all the time And when you roll through the ghetto let them niggaz know that you mine, ya heard me? [Ms. Peachers singin] Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real with you No matter what the world may think, boy I'll always be your Boo [Master P speaks over singin] I'ma let you shine, all the time But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them niggaz, you mine I'ma let you shine, all the time But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them niggaz, you mine [Ms. Peaches] You don't ever have to worry bout me sayin I'm your lady Keep it real with me cause boy you know you really drive me crazy All I want.. is for us, to be, together No matter what.. I'll be there through stormy weather Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real with you No matter what the world may think, boy I'll always be your Boo Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real with you No matter what the world may think, boy I'll always be your Boo [Master P] My ghetto boonapalist ya heard me? My boonapalist -- every thug need one That's a woman that ain't gon', stress her man, ya heard me? Every thug need a boonapalist, uh-heh She know when you out there hustlin, she gon' be there for you And when you locked down, she gon' be there for you When things ain't right, she gon' be there for you When yo' paper ain't right, her paper gon' be right, ya heard me? That's a boonapalist, that's what I need That's what I need a boonapalist But all the homies out there If your boonapalist straight, and you come up, huh You take your boonapalist and, you put her on top, ya heard me? That's that boonapalist love, ya heard me? |
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from Master P - Ghetto Postage (Edt) (2000)
[Silkk the Shocker]
Niggas hear this I want niggas to mug niggas Like, what you lookin at? [Master P] Bounce wit me, bounce wit me, bounce When my real niggas come; flip a ounce wit me, ounce wit me Bounce wit me, bounce wit me.. c'mon bounce When my real niggas come; flip a ounce wit me, ounce wit me [Chorus 2X: Master P] Bentleys and Hummers; lil daddy, we bout dat (VROOM, VROOM) Whodi, ice on our mouth and wrist, we bout dat (Bling! Bling!) Block parties in the projects; souljas, we bout dat Only guns and pretty bitches my niggas we bout dat [Master P] Drop platinum on the street, Ghetto D and Ghetto Postage Homey don't touch the weed, lil whodi, and don't smoke it Jack one of my souljas lil daddy; I doubt dat! Get paid on the 1st & 15th, we bout dat! A thousand fuckin grams, lil whodi, I got dat Goin for sixteen five, you want it then holla back! We in the project livin nigga, rollin with my boyz Hustlin on them rocks, but we strapped wit dem toyz You come up fakin and frontin You get your wig split nigga Live by the knife Whodi die by the trigga We be runnin dem blocks Duckin Dodgin dem cops Slangin tape till they pop And we gon' ball till we drop (Ya Heard!) Chorus [Silkk the Shocker] All they can say is, when they see us be like, that's them bastards! Silkk and P equals dope, come on that's simple mathematics Niggas wanna be more, famous then rich Now I might hang wit a chick or just, hang in the bricks Nuttin polite, opposite of nice, gangsta shit You ain't never seen 2 or more niggas, gangsta then dis See we right where da block at Right where da spot at Right where it's hot I mean Right where the cops at Ball 'till we fall, never gon' stop dat Do what we done, come on, never gon' top dat (Ha) Chorus [Master P] Fool kid nappin papers nigga, we bout dat No Limit stuntin 'n frontin lil daddy, I doubt dat Ride me out Silkk {Silkk's voice sound effects) Vvvrummm! Vvvrummm! Vvvrummm! Vvvrummm! Eeeerrrr! |
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from Master P - Ice Cream Man (1996)
[Featuring Silkk The Shocker]
Silkk Wassup fool? Silkk We gonna do this like real muthafuckin' g's. Silkk Time to take two in your fuckin' back Master P Young Silkk the shocker in this bitch Master P Bout that drama Master P No Limit [Silkk] Niggas must wanna fuckin' die bitch Talkin' that muthafuckin' shit I run with TRU I gives a fuck about who you run with Bitch we run this shit Nigga it be No Limit for life Across my stomach Runnin' is a bitch for the simple fact that I got drug money Got it for fifteen g's or more I ain't stretchen out upon the floor I want that cash in that bag Then Im'a dash I want that cash, and that dope It ain't no luv in this bitch I got a slug for a trick It's '95 my nigga, but I be livin' large and rich Gotta break 'em off the plastic Have them face down closed casket You niggas should never start that shit with a semi-automatic Stuff them niggas, freeze, show em my degrees I want them keys up in the lexus, bloody trail but police can't catch me Nigga wassup? (Murder) Fool Gettin' high up off that indo Niggas gettin' high 'n rich and bend low Cock with a glock Pop once to them low Nigga fade me Think I'm crazy? Nigga, I do this shit daily I'm bout that drama [Master P chorus] I'm bout that drama, I'm bout that drama No Limit niggas ready to kill We bout that drama We bout that drama bitch No Limit niggas are bout that drama That drama drama We bout that drama Givin' niggas one way tickets to the bahamas [Silkk] Bitch I been about that drama Nigga, this shit ain't gon' fuckin' stop My bullets ain't got no name and plus my trigga ain't gots no heart Freeze You niggas better duck I'm quick as fuck Nigga I'm rollin' in this fuckin' cutlass I gives a fuck bitch Nigga I falls for that bitch and ducks this nigga don't need to run though Cuz I'm knockin' everything up off the front porch With this gat 1-1-0 Nigga watch straight street sweeper Watchin' the block and the glock cock Nigga, boz with that shot your dome It be known I'm from the southside Bitch you thought wrong, I stick and move with this pistol grip I see you bleedin' tryna' get to the phone Call 9-1-1 But to late, you caught up in a 1-8-7 Stretched out on the stretcher Can't catch me bitch I'm to smooth Bullets to the dome, and I'm on and cool How you gon' catch me when the police ain't got no evidence I represent I bet you I get dead presidents Before I die I'm bust more fly For '97 P and Silkk gon' sell a billion. *Master P chorus and talking* |
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from Master P - Ice Cream Man (1996)
(Master P)
Boy, we about to fill they motherfucking head up with this ghetto dope Time to break these hoes off somethin' Got my niggas Bun B., Pimp C, I mean U.G.K Done hooked up with Master P We about to bring this shit across the border Ya heard me, from Texas to New Orleans Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap-pealer Who I be, your neighborhood drug dealer A young nigga thats bout it, I mean these No Limit Soldiers We get rowdy I got something for y'all haters (something for y'all hater) Y'all can't fade us Ghetto cheese and drug deals thats whats made us Now I'm space-aged pimping but not Eightball Don't make me get stupid and leave your fucking blood on the wall Bout' to go physco, and load this rifle I'm from the projects where we all think alike though And killing ain't nothing but a hobby Don't me do a fucking 187 robbery And like some brand new Jordans, you tied up You sound like a chicken so its time to get plucked By a gangsta, keep one up in the chamber Don't make me wear your ass like some 85 Wranglers Now you all screwed up like DJ Skrew Don't have my money, nigga fuck you and your boo Got amphetamines for them dope fiends Where I'm from a little town called New Orleans But blowing up like B-12 Niggas don't give a fuck cause they quick to send your ass to hell The murder capital of the world Where niggas don't give a fuck about you, your boy, or your girl And if you come stunting on them gold thangs I'm a have to break you off somethin' (hook) Break you off somethin' Don't make me break you off somethin' (x3) (Pimp C) Let me set the shit straight, let me lay down the rules If a bitch is talking shit, then that bitch gonna have to snooze Pimp C bitch now what the fuck you said AK hit the wall tore the stuffing out the fucking bed I'm looking at dead, I'm fully auto Tommorow I got court, I ain't gonna go Nigga owe me money, thinking it's funny, bought a 64' I'm bout to pull a kickdoe I need mo money money mo money money Took the keys, took the cheese, and fucked his main hunny, hunny Now the game is escalted, cause ain't no witnesses To go back and tell the Po-Po's all the shit we did I'm looking at rape, I'm looking at kidnap But when them bitches get here you gonna be full of hot caps I'm breaking them bitches off, putting 'em in the trunk Riding around P.A bout-it hostages blowing skunk Cause getting rid of enemies to me ain't really nothin' nothin' Pimp C bitch 14-96'll break you off somethin' hook (Bun B.) We coming down like a sail, in that goddamn rover Just when you thought it was the beginning You bitch, now its over You can call on the Calvary, reinforcements, and your local P-D They getting somewhere if they see me My nigga thats how these G's be we three, me C and Master P Sipping on Gin and Kiwi Fuck popping in your CD, bitch we popping in them clips And now we all up in your grill live in 3-D With drama, disaster, and death when you make me have to blast ya' Y'all has to recognize you fucking with murder masters Who plaster your ass and make your momma call a pastor Dying faster than you thought, now that's your ass bro It's the class of 9 scrilla on the for real'a Direct from the villa of killas, now who thinking they trilla' Watch me fill a wanna be cap pealer with them slugs Probably for jaw jacking and jumping Bitch don't make me break you off somethin' nigga |
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from Master P - 99 Ways To Die (1995)
hahahaha
we got a bag full of bullets in this bitch with no name on them you know what I'm saying when you been hit by the bitch you know it was ment for your punk ass my nigga Ski whats up my nigga C whats up my nigga P whats up I'm read to tear shit up coming straight from the land of the O-A-K and now listen to Ral, ruler of the bay no matter where you at, be it rain or snow on a motel floor with a front row hoe partna pull out, get up, I want your undevided forget the nut, I got the shit to ride with let me tell you bout this little fool I know he was swift and fast, always on the go anybody was his target, just to let you know to make it blunt, yo this nut was bisexual he was all about peace, nothin more or less always headed for your head, to avoid the vest he was hollow at the tip, with a metal frame get in his way, you're shot on the spot cause he has no name CHORUS: 4x hollow tips in ya, bang! so duck when you hear that rat-tat-tat cause bullets got no name cover your nuts nigga, what the fuck is up nigga you got your name in my mouth I got to wash it with the millimeter 95 motherfuckers won't be playing bodies will be laying cuase motherfuckers keep on playa hating run up and get the four-four open his chest with the full metal jacket and put that nigga to rest I ain't gonna fuck around and play the silly shit my bullets have no name so your partners better scatter bitch so motherfucker now you know I'm from the O got niggas from the mobb and some niggas that's doing death row so think again if you think that you can handle get caught up in a motherfuckin 187 gangsta scandle kill at rando, here's my motherfuckin anthem nigga shoot to kill, cause if you don't, that other nigga will I check my steel cause I feel the ghetto's trying to kill me Master P warned a nigga so now I gots the Uzi motherfuckers wanta do me but run up and get some slugs from a nigga you thought was your homie ain't no love in this town huh so you gonna love the way these slugs travel around huh yea, who's the first to bust a cap I thought you knew nigga I'm leavin bodies on the ground cold and blue nigga you fuck around I'm puttin your ass in the house of pain keep your partnas out this shit this bullet has no name CHORUS 4x about yay short, about yay tall about so big, but had the ball's to kill all ya'll I represent, the town called the Rich where niggas don't give a fuck about you or your bitch HK's pop, a young nigga drop 2 hours later, here come the fuckin cops cause ain't no love in this dope game young niggas in my hood losing their life slanging this cocaine so when you hear that fuckin rata-tat-tat-tat you better duck or get your motherfuckin cabbage patch or lose your shoe, or watch your mama sing the blues you be the next motherfucker on the 10 O'clock news took out the game, I run the game of life cause in the ghetto, niggas out to get stripes smoke that crank, fermalgahide, and dank heroine and crack, and out to do ?????? and the music shit don't change cuase rappers go to jail or even kill like the dope game so what's the deal nigga, how you feel nigga Infa Red and No Limit Records I mean some real niggas done hooked up, out to make some bucks off the record, on the record Master P can back it up E-40 said 1 Luv but it's the same shit every state, every city, every club and every fucking concert there's either some nigga, some bitch with a bloody red shirt or under the fuckin white sheet this shit won't change cause it'll happen again fuckin next week and these bullets aint gots no names and these niggas in my hood wanta live like John Wayne you got your gat, we got our gats and we can end this shit in some rata-tat-tat-tata |
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from Master P - Ghetto D (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1997)
This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's
With the tens and twelves bumpin' in the back This is for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks With the Benz makin' ends I mean them paper stacks This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's With the tens and twelves bumpin' in the back This is for the players smokin' doolamac Slappin' skins, makin' dividends and riding strapped (Uh) wood grain with the leather seats Windows so dark you need a flashlight to see me Smokin' on that doshia, four niggas in the back screaming No Limit soldiers! True to the gizzame, stopped in the projects, sold a half an ounce of cocaine Hit interstate ten, to Texas Listening to DJ Screw just raised the Lexus Called up Pimp see, did a song last week with my nigga Bun be Twistin' on some green spinach And niggas still trippin', I ain't dead, I'm still in it This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's With the tens and twelves bumpin in the back This is for the players, hustlas, pimps and macks With the Benz makin ends and them paper stacks See pockets full of dollars already stacked strong gangsta leaning sideways Today ain't Friday, ten it is and today is my day Take it from mister high spoke rider Cadillac Suburban driver, pussy diver Push the glock inside when I'm riding Flossing down the block, holla at my boys up in the third Got the latest word, swerve to the side of the curb A fiend that wanted me to serve him, I said bitch can't tell I'm off? But I still gave him five dollars to wipe my white walls And then I burst up out the block, dropped the top cause it was hot Hit the spot with the most hoes at the sideshow, abouts to plot Spin donuts, you know I'm macking, a straight up nigga Catch me spinnin', you can tell I was there cause I clocked smoke when I was finished I seen five-O, and man he tried to sweat me Thinkin' he'd be nice and all cause I gotta 185 in the hood And you know they can't catch me And if you see me chilling you can stop me But I keep that glock, 40 up on the dashboard you never know who might not be This is for the playas Playa, play on I can't hate you homie Playa, play on I can't hate you homie Burbans and Lacs, mansions and bitches, money and weed A made life is all I dream, paper chasing for that green I'm thugging on the scene, nigga Whatcha don't believe, well check the credents, they'll tell ya A niggas living presidential, I'm on the level that you bustas will never feel My daughter thought I'd get caught up in the game and get killed But reverse that shit and hit the studio and make a mill For real, I'm slanging platinum shit until I'm old and ill Lil' Gotti, I'm gonna make you feel what I say, I got time to parlay Chill off in the bay, smoke some hay, I wouldn't have that shit no other way The made life, the game tight, No Limit for life This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's With the tens and twelves bumpin' in the back This is for the players smokin' doolamac With the Benz makin' ends I mean them paper stacks This is for the Burbans and the Cadillac's With the tens and twelves bumpin' in the back This is for the players smokin' doolamac With the Benz makin ends I mean them paper stacks Playa play on I can't hate you homie |
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from Master P - Ghetto D (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1997)
[Featuring Mystikal Fiend Silkk The Shocker]
Intro: [Master P] Are you ready to boldly go where no family has gone before? The Ghetto Enterprise has landed. Captain Kirk has arrived I repeat Captain Kirk has arrived. Women if you're lucky Captain Kirk will save you and beam your loved ones to the fortune and fame you are lookin' for. I mean the next generation ya' heard me? Are you ready? [Yes I Am!!!!] 1st Verse: [Master P -- Fiend] Master P: Somebody musta' told these hoes I was a muthafuckin' rapper, but will they jus' tell them hoes that I was a muthafuckin' captain? All the bitches I done broke fo' they bank, I got so many cocktales I need a muthafuckin' fish tank. I got hoes like acorns fallin' outta trees, No Limit niggas don't say hoes, ain't no caps that be floatin' in the breeze... Fiend: Now, Now, Now P, all the time, I done put in work I ain't know, I was livin' next door to Captain Kirk. kepta smirk on his face, lookin' like drug swappin', come to find out, some bitch holdin' his money down hostage. Got keys to his cottage, done changed the law and the act, and all he get to do, is eat that funky hoe from the back. On top of that, the bitch fat!!! Makin' a career off this nigga, and all his homies gone, because they can't get it clear to this nigga, go figga, all she wanted was that man to change, but if it was me, I done been done slapped that bitch in the brains. Chorus: Captain Kirk, can you save me? Captain Kirk, I want to have yo' baby. Captain Kirk, can you save me? Captain Kirk, I want to have yo' baby. Captain Kirk, can you save me? Captain Kirk, I want to have yo' baby. Captain Kirk, can you save me? Mr. Captain Kirk, I want to have yo baby. Verse Two: [Silkk The Shocker] See I met this bad ass trick, I mean this bad ass bitch. Tellin' her friends about month go by see I'ma be like buying her shit. I bought her lunch the first time, but see there trick that's nuthin' but game, I hit it one time and they be callin' back, talkin' bout' "Silkk, why you do all that playin'?". And she had the nerve to tell me, if I ain't a fuckin' trick I'm worthless, I told her Bitch if you ain't suckin' dick, then none of yo' clit defeats the purpose. Figured she had game, tryin' to fuck a young balla nigga like my mind, I figured lookin' at me she see nothin' but dollar signs. Simply, a bitch might give you some weed, a bitch might give you a buck, man, but since you my boy you better use a condom, before you try to fuck. Take the game from this show bug, 'cause Silkk ain't no love. I give'em a little somethin', but at the end I take'em back and get the most love. And ain't no beam'em up Scotty, ain't no savin' hoes that ain't puttin' in no work. It all depends on TRU niggas like us, no Captain Kirk (Bitch freeze), all you ghetto hoes get yo' Lee Press-On Nails, fix yo' wig, bring yo' Bebe kids 'cause the Ghetto Enterprise is leavin' in approximately five minutes. Chorus Verse Three: [Mystikal] Aww HOLD UP!!!, WAIT A MINUTE!!! my mama done got me bent. What the fuck you mean, where I was?, who I was with?, and where the fuck I went? Bitch you be beside yoself, you probably WOULD, if I left ya', but I ain't gon put you on no pedestal, jus 'cause you quick with that pleasure. You smokin' my weed ridin' my ride, I'M TRYIN' TO KEEP IT REAL. I can't seem to satisfy you, bitch she trippin' bout' the BILLS!!! her rent ain't paid, but she got her hair done, this bitch gotta be stopped!!!, Hope man done got it made and ride my pockets to the top. But oh no, you bitch, you ain't responsible, for what a nigga man do give a fuck bout' what a nigga bout' to do, give a fuck bout' what you and another nigga been through. Get the fuck out my face, ya' fear too, stop runnin' behind my G dues, can't wait to see that nigga that got trampled like that 'cause that ass whoopin' been due. It's thinkin' like that, that make it hard, for me and the rest of my niggas. Mean these tramps they it like weed, SHE GETTIN' THE BEST'A YOU NIGGA!!! Lettin' dem' hoes sit on they ass, and come up off yo' hard work, This Mystikal, Master P, Fiend and Silkk, NOT NO CAPTAIN KIRK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Chorus Outro: -Girl Captain Kirk, you know I have six kids, even though they ain't from you, baby my kids love you. Kirk baby, you know we need a... brand new color TV, I know you pay the rent. Even though I ain't gave you none in the last year, baby we need a brand new car boo, six hundred, S-E-L, Mercedes four door V-12. Oh I took that extra checkbook, I need my... hair, nails, toes did, I want a brand new house, a five karat diamond ring for my birthday, and don't forget to pick up some pampers and milk. Also a jar of pickles, and Ice Cream. I think I'm pregnant, smile Kirk, your finally gonna be a father, oh yeah, and don't forget to pick up your cape out the cleaners. [Master P] Mr. Kirk's enterprise will be beaming up out of the ghetto in five seconds, four, three, two, one. [Sound of airplane or some other aircraft taking off and flying away] |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Who dat call the police
Yo ma called the police I got five on the lips But I ain't payin for the ass You just got yo hair fixed So can you pump a nigga gas Now when you ridin in my truck can you pick a nigga dick I got a boonapolist so can you be my trick C-Murder called you hoes like some fuckin crash dummies It ain't love when the motherfucking sex cost money I ain't dissin you hoes I just don't love you hoes In yo raggedy ass Girbauds When you swangin on them poles Now if you trippin then you know you livin trife And if you dippin I can't put you in my life Cause all hoes suck dick Let me tell you dog hoes you fuckin with See i don't play no games and i don't sweat no hoes (But you Master P) Well bitch take off your clothes Talk that shit now roll with it Ya warefare check hoe go get it *Check dem hoes Check dem niggas X4 Check dem hoes nigga is you crazy You can stunt all you want but that shit don't phase me in front yo boys like you made me nigga I hold my own damn ass Reppin like you gon shine Nigga you is a waste of time Gettin that ho to step to me I gets down for mine Me and my girls we don't play no games Fuck you lames When you walkin on side of me I'm bringin you pain You can talk that shit about suck yo dick Get a grip Broke bitch you ain't the shit You know who you fuckin wit Drop a baby for you Nigga you must be sick Got no time for the lies all niggas is tricks *Repeat (X4) Who dat call the police Yo ma called the police Who dat call the police Yo pa call the police Dem hoes call the police Dem niggas call the police Check dem hoes Check dem niggas Talk that shit now roll wit it Yo warefare check ho go get it (911 operator, did someone dial 911?) |
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from Master P - Good Side Bad Side (2004)
[Master P *talking*]
Yo Mike take me to the commercial man So I can tell why I never fall off You know what I'm saying, before I do I sell all the houses and cars I got I'm a hustler man, we losin and get it back easy But you know what, I ain't just bout the music man I'm sellin clothes, the P.Miller clothes You go pick that up, if you ain't got it Got the P.Miller pads, you know, where the jeans came from Well, the girls gotta have that Than I got the new watches man You ain't gotta go to Jacobs no more to get no watch man I got the iced out colour ice, it's called Master Pieces So y'all better pick that up real soon And you go to Circus City man and pick up my platinum speakers man I got amp speakers, tweeters, all that type of stuff Oh yeah, you ain't gotta go to Nike or Adidas and all that no more I got the P.Miller Jump-Off's man, I got the shoes and the tennis shoe I'ma let my lil partner, Curren$y take y'all to my tennis shoe commercial Y'all can see what I'm talkin bout, handle that, braw *beat falls in* [Curren$y] Man, a dude should have been in the league And jump shots are monster, mo player are scared of his D And you should cop a pair of these sneaks Rather you got game on the court, or you play in the street Jump Off's, you gotta respect that there So light-weight, feels like you walkin on air So good and the posers are most not fair A lil pair of defenders just stop and stare Rather you play big, and rather you play small If you like to assist or if you above all Or if you just a fan in the game P.Miller, new sneakers, Jump Off's, remember the name |
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from Master P - Ghetto D (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1997)
Oh a nigga wanna shoot at my set and miss me and then think it's all
fuckin good, huh nigga what huh, which one of ya'll niggas huh, what <i>[Master P]</i> Haaaaaaa This weed got me trippin somtimes I see ghosts I'm visualizing crosses damn it's really posters you think some fuckin body despite my 40 crew punch my daddy don't trust me say my minds out to lunch hangin wit killas dope dealers and drug dealers pullin off licks wit muthafuckin thug niggas my momma said she shoulda killed me when I was a baby cuz this ghetto got a young nigga crazy P don't take no shit from no suckas but ready to serve boulders to dem muthafuckin cluckers If you want something come and get something <i>[2x]</i> <i>[C-Murder]</i> I got fiends runnin out the fuckin crack house I'm not P but I dumpin niggas like Stackhouse They call me C-murder I'm a member of that TRU click you run up wrong boy you might get your wig split I'm known in the ghetto for slangin narcotics them feds be watchin but dem hoes can't stop me shit my game so tight ain't got no time fo slip-ups I come up short I'ma bust yo fuckin lip up cuz money and murder is the code that I live by come to ya set and do a muthafuckin walk by deep in the game preparing for the worst {What about dem po po's} I wanna put em in a hearse they took me to jail wit 2 keys in my back trunk fresh out the county still smellin like about a buck get some If you want something come and get somethin <i>[2x]</i> <i>[Prime Suspects]</i> Ahhhhhhh niggas snorted that dope got ya speech all slurred but you can buck if you want and think you won't get get served how you figure that we was stackin G's on the low how you figure that you can come kick in my door fuck around and get dimed talkin bout you ain't real niggas from that weight and that Caliope arms swoll soldier never gave a fuck uptown raised so you know it's in my blood nigga We shoot like they ruthless dees fools is made for walkin no talkin in this jack move be cool while C pet you crime is the way in these days niggas get left in a daze from AK's barrel pointed your way prime checks Prime Suspects prime nine I'm a No Limit Soldier I'm out to get mine If you want something come and get something <i>[3x fade]</i> |
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from Master P - Ice Cream Man (1996)
[master p]
Yo los, take us to a commercial While we stop to get high Y'all check out the young guns, ya heard me? Check this out.. If you have four ounces and you fronted your boy two And he gave a half to his boy And the police raided the spot then he flushed one and a half And he ask you for one mo' What should you do if you was in that position? [young guns] Nigga f**k that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die We don't just rap - everything we say is for real Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill Nigga f**k that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die We don't just rap - everything we say is for real Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill Tell them bitch niggaz - they can keep from around This is family now, I give a f**k about you clowns Young guns holdin it down, quick to bust a few rounds ? ? our sound, tell my niggaz and my bitches They'll drop in the storm, tell them boys it's on And these niggaz gettin they ass torn, f**k bein warned This is a street ? ? , I promise to die violent Now I start wildin, until you bitch niggaz are silent Nigga f**k that! I'm bout to send these niggaz life back They talkin shit about my fam and I don't like that You know how I react, so why you wanna beef? It's time for me to say my prayers, and hit the streets Bullets about to hum, bitch niggaz gon' get numb Here come ? ? down the block nigga don't try to run I ain't lettin it slide I caught him slippin and him twice Next thing you that nigga was on the ground, shakin like dice These niggaz fail the test so neverthless I split yo' chest F**k the rest! I come through to spit, to show you niggaz what I manifest A y.g., so I breathe toke three, ? ? Bullets at you busters please, don't try to test these Pistol packin niggaz in our town You get them hot thangs laid in your mouth My niggaz seek you out no doubt All about my salary you niggaz ain't gon' handle me I'm tired of stressin, and all these niggaz pretend they got me vexed [young guns] Nigga f**k that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die We don't just rap - everything we say is for real Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill Nigga f**k that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die We don't just rap - everything we say is for real Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill Nigga f**k that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die We don't just rap - everything we say is for real Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill.. |
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from Master P - Only God Can Judge Me (1999)
[master p]
Yo los, take us to a commercial While we stop to get high Y'all check out the young guns, ya heard me? Check this out.. If you have four ounces and you fronted your boy two And he gave a half to his boy And the police raided the spot then he flushed one and a half And he ask you for one mo' What should you do if you was in that position? [young guns] Nigga f**k that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die We don't just rap - everything we say is for real Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill Nigga f**k that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die We don't just rap - everything we say is for real Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill Tell them bitch niggaz - they can keep from around This is family now, I give a f**k about you clowns Young guns holdin it down, quick to bust a few rounds ? ? our sound, tell my niggaz and my bitches They'll drop in the storm, tell them boys it's on And these niggaz gettin they ass torn, f**k bein warned This is a street ? ? , I promise to die violent Now I start wildin, until you bitch niggaz are silent Nigga f**k that! I'm bout to send these niggaz life back They talkin shit about my fam and I don't like that You know how I react, so why you wanna beef? It's time for me to say my prayers, and hit the streets Bullets about to hum, bitch niggaz gon' get numb Here come ? ? down the block nigga don't try to run I ain't lettin it slide I caught him slippin and him twice Next thing you that nigga was on the ground, shakin like dice These niggaz fail the test so neverthless I split yo' chest F**k the rest! I come through to spit, to show you niggaz what I manifest A y.g., so I breathe toke three, ? ? Bullets at you busters please, don't try to test these Pistol packin niggaz in our town You get them hot thangs laid in your mouth My niggaz seek you out no doubt All about my salary you niggaz ain't gon' handle me I'm tired of stressin, and all these niggaz pretend they got me vexed [young guns] Nigga f**k that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die We don't just rap - everything we say is for real Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill Nigga f**k that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die We don't just rap - everything we say is for real Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill Nigga f**k that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die We don't just rap - everything we say is for real Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill.. |
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from Master P - Only God Can Judge Me (2000)
[master p]
Yo los, take us to a commercial While we stop to get high Y'all check out the young guns, ya heard me? Check this out.. If you have four ounces and you fronted your boy two And he gave a half to his boy And the police raided the spot then he flushed one and a half And he ask you for one mo' What should you do if you was in that position? [young guns] Nigga f**k that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die We don't just rap - everything we say is for real Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill Nigga f**k that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die We don't just rap - everything we say is for real Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill Tell them bitch niggaz - they can keep from around This is family now, I give a f**k about you clowns Young guns holdin it down, quick to bust a few rounds ? ? our sound, tell my niggaz and my bitches They'll drop in the storm, tell them boys it's on And these niggaz gettin they ass torn, f**k bein warned This is a street ? ? , I promise to die violent Now I start wildin, until you bitch niggaz are silent Nigga f**k that! I'm bout to send these niggaz life back They talkin shit about my fam and I don't like that You know how I react, so why you wanna beef? It's time for me to say my prayers, and hit the streets Bullets about to hum, bitch niggaz gon' get numb Here come ? ? down the block nigga don't try to run I ain't lettin it slide I caught him slippin and him twice Next thing you that nigga was on the ground, shakin like dice These niggaz fail the test so neverthless I split yo' chest F**k the rest! I come through to spit, to show you niggaz what I manifest A y.g., so I breathe toke three, ? ? Bullets at you busters please, don't try to test these Pistol packin niggaz in our town You get them hot thangs laid in your mouth My niggaz seek you out no doubt All about my salary you niggaz ain't gon' handle me I'm tired of stressin, and all these niggaz pretend they got me vexed [young guns] Nigga f**k that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die We don't just rap - everything we say is for real Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill Nigga f**k that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die We don't just rap - everything we say is for real Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill Nigga f**k that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die We don't just rap - everything we say is for real Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill.. |
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from 504 Boyz - Ballers (2002)
hello yes this is mr. jones from moter credit can i speak to mr.miller please dad some guy from moter credit wants you master p:tell him im not here my dad said he not here well tell him if he wants to keep on holding that benz he need to make a payment. |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
little girl:hello
boy:yes this is mr. jones from moter credit can i speak to mr.miller please little girl:dad some guy from moter credit wants you master p:tell him im not here little girl:my dad said he not here boy:well tell him if he wants to keep on holding that benz he need to make a payment. |
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from Master P - Only God Can Judge Me (1999)
Master P (Mercedes) talking:
Mercedes Mercedes I'm home boo Look what I got for you baby (Look get this up out of my face I told you I don't want anything to do with your dirty money) What? (I'm telling you, you need to change your life) Man you trippin on me? and I'm out here trying to have something for us? (Cause when it all boiles down it's gonna be me crying) Man you aint gotta worry about that Oh you think your better than me now? I'm outta here girl. Chorus (Mercedes, Ms. Peaches) I'm going insane without you, I'm losing my brains without you and I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you I'll do anything to see ya, and I slang myself to feed ya I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you Verse 1 (Mercedes) I'll never forget the first day we met, I was so crazy about ya I beeped you all the days just to here you say, someday we will be together You know you made me have this funny feelings, I guess I just love bein a thugged You know how to push me down and take it from me Show me that real type of love Verse 2 (Master P) Ugh The feelings I have for you, it's hard to explain to you, I would do anything for you, girl I'd die for you, I live my life for you, so crazy about you just give me a chance and I promise never to lie to you I would be the best for you, complete any task for you any wrong doing, I swear, I'd do the time for you I could feel your pain that's why it's easy to cry for you so please never leave me cause I can't breath without you Chorus (Mercedes, Ms. Peaches) I'm going insane without you, I'm losing my brains without you and I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you I'll do anything to see ya, and I slang myself to feed ya I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you Verse 3 (Mercedes) Who took care of the situation when you got caught by the feds? and I was waiting on your every phone call lying alone in your bed my people tell me your not worth it, but its so hard to explain and just the thought of you on top, makes my nature hot, i dont want no other man Verse 4 (Ms. Peaches) Who kept everything fresh for you? The best for you? Who counted all the figures for you? Continued the buisness for you? Who ran away them niggas for you? It was me that paid the bail for you, collected all the mail for you Who do you trust with your life? Who can't wait to be your wife? That is I Ms. Peaches, the one you love tonight I'd be the first girl to fight about ya, so please never leave cause I can't breath without you Chorus (Mercedes, Ms. Peaches) I'm going insane without you, I'm losing my brains without you and I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you I'll do anything to see ya, and I slang myself to feed ya I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you Verse 5 (Mercedes) : I'm going crazy, about my baby no one could ever take your place with all the memories that we shared, nothing else can compare so I'm hiding my pride, what I'm feeling inside, I know that I can't hide Chorus (Mercedes, Ms. Peaches) I'm going insane without you, I'm losing my brains without you and I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you I'll do anything to see ya, and I slang myself to feed ya I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you I'm going insane without you, I'm losing my brains without you and I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you I'll do anything to see ya, and I slang myself to feed ya I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you |
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from Master P - Only God Can Judge Me (2000)
Master P (Mercedes) talking:
Mercedes Mercedes I'm home boo Look what I got for you baby (Look get this up out of my face I told you I don't want anything to do with your dirty money) What? (I'm telling you, you need to change your life) Man you trippin on me? and I'm out here trying to have something for us? (Cause when it all boiles down it's gonna be me crying) Man you aint gotta worry about that Oh you think your better than me now? I'm outta here girl. Chorus (Mercedes, Ms. Peaches) I'm going insane without you, I'm losing my brains without you and I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you I'll do anything to see ya, and I slang myself to feed ya I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you Verse 1 (Mercedes) I'll never forget the first day we met, I was so crazy about ya I beeped you all the days just to here you say, someday we will be together You know you made me have this funny feelings, I guess I just love bein a thugged You know how to push me down and take it from me Show me that real type of love Verse 2 (Master P) Ugh The feelings I have for you, it's hard to explain to you, I would do anything for you, girl I'd die for you, I live my life for you, so crazy about you just give me a chance and I promise never to lie to you I would be the best for you, complete any task for you any wrong doing, I swear, I'd do the time for you I could feel your pain that's why it's easy to cry for you so please never leave me cause I can't breath without you Chorus (Mercedes, Ms. Peaches) I'm going insane without you, I'm losing my brains without you and I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you I'll do anything to see ya, and I slang myself to feed ya I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you Verse 3 (Mercedes) Who took care of the situation when you got caught by the feds? and I was waiting on your every phone call lying alone in your bed my people tell me your not worth it, but its so hard to explain and just the thought of you on top, makes my nature hot, i dont want no other man Verse 4 (Ms. Peaches) Who kept everything fresh for you? The best for you? Who counted all the figures for you? Continued the buisness for you? Who ran away them niggas for you? It was me that paid the bail for you, collected all the mail for you Who do you trust with your life? Who can't wait to be your wife? That is I Ms. Peaches, the one you love tonight I'd be the first girl to fight about ya, so please never leave cause I can't breath without you Chorus (Mercedes, Ms. Peaches) I'm going insane without you, I'm losing my brains without you and I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you I'll do anything to see ya, and I slang myself to feed ya I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you Verse 5 (Mercedes) : I'm going crazy, about my baby no one could ever take your place with all the memories that we shared, nothing else can compare so I'm hiding my pride, what I'm feeling inside, I know that I can't hide Chorus (Mercedes, Ms. Peaches) I'm going insane without you, I'm losing my brains without you and I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you I'll do anything to see ya, and I slang myself to feed ya I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you I'm going insane without you, I'm losing my brains without you and I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you I'll do anything to see ya, and I slang myself to feed ya I just can't help myself, don't want nobody else, I'm so crazy about you |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Nigga this motherfuckin 504 shit deep
The South done hooked up with the East baby The Colonel Master P, Terror, and I am Krazy I'm thugged out Feel it *Wuz up playah ya' slick with that Hundred G chain with the bracelet to match Well check this out here wodie lay on the ground For I show your clown ass how these hot balls sound, they goin' Click Click blouh blouh Click Click blouh Click Click blouh blouh Click Click blouh Click Click blouh blouh Click Click blouh Click Click blouh blouh that's my style Problem with Terror take it straight to gun So we can keep it coporate give up your block and run Too much paper here to try an' count by ones Whole head cross me, our hollow wall is young For you haters on the streets tryin to measure my blow If you see the new whip know to add nine o's Now I'm up to 2 bricks or 72 o's If you counting by the whips then it's 8 different flopes I'm heavy lover whether diamonds or broads Heavy lover whether cocaine or cars And what I hop in, its my option To shift your mass put chronic in your dash *Repeat Now if its on put the dope in the bag baby You come short I'm gon' bust yo' ass baby The neighborhood dope man fool yeah that's me I'm out that 5-0-4 to that C-P-3 Give me an ounce and I'm gon flip it to a brick nigga You got my scratch--you snitch then you a bitch nigga Hit the pen you probably gon' be a missed nigga So here's some prop for your motherfuckin tiss nigga Imagine all the bricks in the projects was made of cocaine I'd be richest young nigga in this rap game All my money come in arm of trucks More cars more houses more hoes to fuck You wasn't worried when I was local nigga, I'm world wide You niggas can't take it, You petrified The let me loose out that I reveal, Thuggin wit P It's No Limit until I die yall can't fuck wit me *Repeat |
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from Master P - Only God Can Judge Me (1999)
[Master P] (Jermaine Dupri)
Say brah.. Bitch you better come on in! J.D. Whassup? Where you at? Huh, I'm right here nigga (Y'all niggaz done fucked up now! Y'all done let the two richest niggaz in the South get together) Haha check it out It's over!! J got the shorties and uhh (P came to party and uhh) We got it started from that Dirty South (ha hah) ya heard me? (Aiyyo, I like platinum) I like gold My real niggaz don't spend money on hoes What you workin wit? (P what you workin wit?) J what you twerkin wit? (P what you twerkin wit?) Ha hah, J got the shorties and uhh (P came to party and uhh) We got it started from that Dirty South, ya heard me? (Aiyyo, I like platinum) I like gold but real niggaz don't spend money on hoes What you workin wit? (P what you twerkin wit?) J what you workin wit? (P what you twerkin wit?) [MP] I got a bubble-I Hummer, couple of boats on the beach I got three hundred on my wrist and a hundred on my teeth [JD] Well I know they sick of this, talk about what I got Nigga with the quickness, but I don't give a fuck [MP] J fuck what they think, I put ice on my tank A couple of million in the bank and Cristal is our drink [JD] Well where we from, niggaz with the most shit rule Hit all ya hoes, rock all the jewels Make all the moves niggaz dream about You know the type niggaz y'all can't keep out your mouth, uhh J got the shorties and uhh (P came to party and uhh) We got it started from that Dirty South (ha hah) ya heard me? (Aiyyo, I like platinum) I like gold My real niggaz don't spend money on hoes What you workin wit? (P what you workin wit?) J what you twerkin wit? (P what you twerkin wit?) [Master P] I was on the cover of Fortune but you know I ain't flossin I need two armored cars for all the bread I'm tossin I got a marble pool table, gold nine for the haters Hustler and a player, got a mansion with elevator We, ghetto millionaires, we shine like stars and roll through the hood in the tightest of cars [Jermaine Dupri] Well to me a flooded Roley's like a Swatch watch and a Lex is like a V-Dub, y'all niggaz can't keep up Since day one I've been on burn Had hits back when most of y'all was interns, huh You know the game, yo' bitch chose me The name? Capital J, Capital D (whoa) J got the shorties and uhh (P came to party and uhh) We got it started from that Dirty South (ha hah) ya heard me? (Aiyyo, I like platinum) I like gold My real niggaz don't spend money on hoes What you workin wit? (P what you workin wit?) J what you twerkin wit? (P what you twerkin wit?) Ha hah, J got the shorties and uhh (P came to party and uhh) We got it started from that Dirty South, ya heard me? (Aiyyo, I like platinum) I like gold but real niggaz don't spend money on hoes What you workin wit? (P what you twerkin wit?) J what you workin wit? (P what you twerkin wit?) |
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from Master P - Only God Can Judge Me (2000)
[Master P] (Jermaine Dupri)
Say brah.. Bitch you better come on in! J.D. Whassup? Where you at? Huh, I'm right here nigga (Y'all niggaz done fucked up now! Y'all done let the two richest niggaz in the South get together) Haha check it out It's over!! J got the shorties and uhh (P came to party and uhh) We got it started from that Dirty South (ha hah) ya heard me? (Aiyyo, I like platinum) I like gold My real niggaz don't spend money on hoes What you workin wit? (P what you workin wit?) J what you twerkin wit? (P what you twerkin wit?) Ha hah, J got the shorties and uhh (P came to party and uhh) We got it started from that Dirty South, ya heard me? (Aiyyo, I like platinum) I like gold but real niggaz don't spend money on hoes What you workin wit? (P what you twerkin wit?) J what you workin wit? (P what you twerkin wit?) [MP] I got a bubble-I Hummer, couple of boats on the beach I got three hundred on my wrist and a hundred on my teeth [JD] Well I know they sick of this, talk about what I got Nigga with the quickness, but I don't give a fuck [MP] J fuck what they think, I put ice on my tank A couple of million in the bank and Cristal is our drink [JD] Well where we from, niggaz with the most shit rule Hit all ya hoes, rock all the jewels Make all the moves niggaz dream about You know the type niggaz y'all can't keep out your mouth, uhh J got the shorties and uhh (P came to party and uhh) We got it started from that Dirty South (ha hah) ya heard me? (Aiyyo, I like platinum) I like gold My real niggaz don't spend money on hoes What you workin wit? (P what you workin wit?) J what you twerkin wit? (P what you twerkin wit?) [Master P] I was on the cover of Fortune but you know I ain't flossin I need two armored cars for all the bread I'm tossin I got a marble pool table, gold nine for the haters Hustler and a player, got a mansion with elevator We, ghetto millionaires, we shine like stars and roll through the hood in the tightest of cars [Jermaine Dupri] Well to me a flooded Roley's like a Swatch watch and a Lex is like a V-Dub, y'all niggaz can't keep up Since day one I've been on burn Had hits back when most of y'all was interns, huh You know the game, yo' bitch chose me The name? Capital J, Capital D (whoa) J got the shorties and uhh (P came to party and uhh) We got it started from that Dirty South (ha hah) ya heard me? (Aiyyo, I like platinum) I like gold My real niggaz don't spend money on hoes What you workin wit? (P what you workin wit?) J what you twerkin wit? (P what you twerkin wit?) Ha hah, J got the shorties and uhh (P came to party and uhh) We got it started from that Dirty South, ya heard me? (Aiyyo, I like platinum) I like gold but real niggaz don't spend money on hoes What you workin wit? (P what you twerkin wit?) J what you workin wit? (P what you twerkin wit?) |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
Ughhhhh.......
Good Day America this is Mr. No Limit So you want to get rid of gansta rap But what if gansta rap gets rid of you How'd you like them apples You want your kids to grow up listenin' to good american music But they don't want that they want that bout it bout it shit You always point the finger at the bad guy But what if the bad guy points the finger at you Fuck the politcians the media and the government The fucking world was built on production If it wasn't for people like me and my reality music You couldn't pay for a meal I'm tired of you fucking hustlers following me around Tapping my phone and over taxing my money You know what a hustler is Its a pig that don't fly straight But its ok (its ok) When you finish listening to this tape It'll be the last time you hear a bad guy like me So fuck you cockaroaches sincerely yours the last don Master P The Last Don <i>[Master P]</i> I made millions from raps I couldn't die in scraps No Limit niggas we strapped thug niggas bust caps I live the life of a rider lost at heart I played the pieces to the puzzle but they tore me apart I went to jail for shit I didn't do Niggas banged at my motherfuckin' crew We retaliated now we killers (Ughhhhhh) Niggas slang ghetto dope tapes but we drug dealers Ain't that a bitch a nigga tryin' make it Change by society but these fools tryin' take me They want you dead or locked up smokin' or rocked up Walkin' the blocked up down or cocked up In the bayou haters six feet deep it could be you or me Your girl or your homey Cause life has no time but keep your eyes on your enemies That's one that's grown from the Last Don He took the kiss of death so I could be The Last Don (4X) 2Pac, Biggie Smalls, My little Brother Kevin Miller They all took the kiss of death so I could be the last don Real niggas and bitches out there feel my pain Feel my pain its real out here Ain't no such thing as uh.. you can't change your life You can't do what you wanna do A coward dies a million deaths but a solider only dies once So all ya niggas out there in the hood tryin' feed your families Get what you gotta get and get out nigga get your shit together And if you hustlin' hustle for a cause nigga Don't believe in nobody but your motherfuckin' self Cause money's the root of all evil We done lost alot of soldiers behind them dollars That's one to grow on nigga from the last Dizon you heard me? |
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from Master P - 99 Ways To Die (1995)
hahahahaha
that nigga Master P back in the house for the 9-5 shot well take a step into this madness that we call the dope game Richmond, California where us youngstas slang that cocaine and we be hoppin it up and choppin it up and rockin it up to tens, twenties, fifties, and hundreds to make our profits bro roll through the town talking shit, get your wig split especially when fucking with another niggas divendends I mean them George Washington, them Lincoln, Hamilton, Jefferson, Grant, Ben Franklins find your ass in the trunk with your motherfuck corpse stankin, haha the ghetto's trying to kill me and if you live to see 95 most of ya'll fools can feel me come take a ride in my 6-4 I'm not Dr. Dre but Richmond, California's death row you got niggas packin heat and fiends on every corner trying to make them ends meet and the game get thicker when you think its all good down bows another nigga to the grave 6 feet deep I've never seen a man cry but I'm not Scarface G but I've seen alot of niggas die Richmond, California the town of the homicide got me caught up in a shuffle sellin crack to my people, just an everyday hustle I'm too deep to quit cause the game giva a young nigga like me profits dead presidents still trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents dead presidents still trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents blood shot red eyes off that dank gettin toasted khakis wear up creased motherfuckin shirt half way open and on my stomach spells T-R-U that's my click motherfucker, in other words that's my crew that jumped out this game of crack to get into this game of rap, to put us on the map and we aint takin no shorts independent worlwide and us niggas hella roll gettin paid like the bank, cook it up like crank distribute it to the world like some motherfucking dank but there's always some sucka ass busta playa hatin mother fucker runnin up talking bout you all that nigga you can't rap nigga, insane fool on crack I get more bitches than you, fools cock 22 I cock A-K's make niggas run for they duece and them blue signs is thicker cause when you think it's all over, I be the bounty picker wiping niggas up like soap, niggas can never go when you fools was fadin, I was sendin niggas to death row committin homicides and drive-bys livin with ????? but still slanging that fuckin pie and got more bitches than you so what the fuck you runnin on my set talking that hoe shit fool and No Limit only means the beginning cause when the other niggas is fading we just beginning got more juice than ojay got more four than fourplay got more game than M.J. and like Cube say today will be a good day 25 G's for a key hook it up and meet King George, 23rd street straight up A-1 sola, no yola, hella folda ain't no motherfuckin soda, cook it up like grenola and we bout to chop the top off this motherfuckin fire bird, ??????? oh, and them hoes is the side show and bustas gettin beat down niggas ain't from the town, hoes gettin clowned and we sicker than sickery tricker than trickery catch you slippin bitch than you history cuase I got a bunch of niggas that shoot it up for with me I got a bunch of killas watchin out for P and the game get deep how can you stop when these niggas out to get your green you gotta watch your ass and if you rollin on them thangs nigga, you better watch real fast and watch close to your enemy cause it might be the same nigga sittin right next to you G and the game gets sad 6 feet deep might be lying your dog ass trying to get that cash, trying to move fast but don't tell a nigga where your stash you know what I'm saying if ya'll in the game to all my niggas out their in the game ya'll know how it go, watch your motherfucking ass stack more money than you can and get out quick, if you can (chorus plays as P talks) yea, I got to say whats up to all my niggas out their in the Rich know what I'm sayin all my niggas out there in Oakland, Frisco and all them hustlas thats rollin with me the TRU click, King George, C-Murder, Calli-G, Silkk, Big Ed and ya'll know the Ice Cream Man is outtie 5,000 got to say what up to K-Lou for whippin this ol' dope ass shit |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
<i>[Master P]</i>
Dear Mr. President i live in the hood Where people live bad But say its all good And my homies slanging and robbing Caught a misdameanor felonies We cant survive it And three strikes niggas out it But we dont give a fuck cause niggas down here bout it bout it One nation in god we trust But then you say Saddam ain't gon fuck with us (ugghhhhh) Now you see how we feel Niggas set trip, ride and gang bang Thats how they get killed You run from the press We run from killers and jackers And wear bullet proof vest Some say the president like weed and hoes Down here it's young niggas riding sixes with o's, got Terrorist wantin to blow you away, I got niggas in the ghetto wantin to take my place You got secret service Roamin the streets I got a bunch of no limit niggas ridin with me <i>[Chorus]</i> Dear mr. president (mr. president) My letter to the president, the president <i>[repeat 2x]</i> <i>[Mac]</i> Dear mr president Mama just lost her job Daddy just got paid, coming home he was robbed Landlord giving us three days to disappear Santa Claus missed our house this year You got the white house Protected by the goverment killers We got the crack house Protected by them neighborhood dealers Opportunity ain't never knocked And they be locking niggas up for slangin petty rocks If you could answer my questions i wouldn't stress That's why a nigga smoke crack, snort coke And hit the weed when they stress me Niggas die in the ghetto Put they face on a shirt White folks get killed and its a city wide search Go and holler at a nigga when you need a vote My lil homie got twenty for weed and coke Nigga cross my heart and hope to die I'm begging for change but only you can take the tears out my people's eyes <i>[Chorus repeat 4x]</i> |
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from Master P - Ghetto Postage (Edt) (2000)
{Master P talking in a Tony Montana "Scarface" voice]
What, you thought the last don was dead, man? Ha. You're fucking wrong, man. The last don didn't die and he didn't go to prison either, punta. They sent me to the fuckin' mailroom, man! I'm working at the post office! This year, I'm gonna deliver the mail, motherfucker. All platinum! Picture that, whodie. |
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from Master P - Ghetto Postage (2002)
{Master P talking in a Tony Montana "Scarface" voice]
What, you thought the last don was dead, man? Ha. You're fucking wrong, man. The last don didn't die and he didn't go to prison either, punta. They sent me to the fuckin' mailroom, man! I'm working at the post office! This year, I'm gonna deliver the mail, motherfucker. All platinum! Picture that, whodie. |
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from Master P - Ghetto Postage (Edt) (2000)
[Intro]
This for all the niggas out there thugg'n Woday, get 'em up get 'em up...What! [Chorus 2X: Master P] My niggas here we go (huh) from the streets we clock that doe (what) doo rags with a mouth full a golds (huh) all my niggas ready ta roll (what!) [Master P] Now ya don't know me wodie, ya better step back cause I'm bad for yur health, like heroin and crack I'm a thug, I keep my hand on thr trigger but ladies love me cause I'm a million dollar nigga roll a V12, big body trucks all chromed out, and all souped up find me sit'in on the porch in the project blowin blunt waitin ta get paid on the first on the month now, ya'll don't really wanna mess with me I'm that nigga out the CP3 woday ball'in dem bricks, and dranks on me ain't no stunn'in lady, yall know who I be I'm a uptown nigga, live a uptown life gotta uptown house, with a uptown wife, (what!) [Slay Sean] Yo I'm the hottest nigga in rap,fuck when u been dat, fuck when you see dat, sercuit like di dat rock two like didacks, chase rap kidacks this nigga blast on east and south cridack my shit didack, like key sadacridack movie in the clickclack, come on suck my didack ser don't box like rata ta ta ta hoes in your face smack bodies when ya lay dat serk ain't the shit, oh I know you ain't say that you knew I come get 'cha boy, you know I don't play dat! [Chorus repeat 4X] [Master P Outro] Where the project niggas at? (what what) Where them No Limit niggas at? (what what) Where them down south niggas at? (what what) Where them east coast niggas at? (what what) Where them mid-west niggas at? (what what) Where them west coast niggas at? (what what) Where them project niggas at? (what what) Ain't no niggas, like my niggas (what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what) [Repeat statement] [Repeat Chorus 2X] |
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from Master P - Ghetto Postage (2002)
[Intro]
This for all the niggas out there thugg'n Woday, get 'em up get 'em up...What! [Chorus 2X: Master P] My niggas here we go (huh) from the streets we clock that doe (what) doo rags with a mouth full a golds (huh) all my niggas ready ta roll (what!) [Master P] Now ya don't know me wodie, ya better step back cause I'm bad for yur health, like heroin and crack I'm a thug, I keep my hand on thr trigger but ladies love me cause I'm a million dollar nigga roll a V12, big body trucks all chromed out, and all souped up find me sit'in on the porch in the project blowin blunt waitin ta get paid on the first on the month now, ya'll don't really wanna mess with me I'm that nigga out the CP3 woday ball'in dem bricks, and dranks on me ain't no stunn'in lady, yall know who I be I'm a uptown nigga, live a uptown life gotta uptown house, with a uptown wife, (what!) [Slay Sean] Yo I'm the hottest nigga in rap,fuck when u been dat, fuck when you see dat, sercuit like di dat rock two like didacks, chase rap kidacks this nigga blast on east and south cridack my shit didack, like key sadacridack movie in the clickclack, come on suck my didack ser don't box like rata ta ta ta hoes in your face smack bodies when ya lay dat serk ain't the shit, oh I know you ain't say that you knew I come get 'cha boy, you know I don't play dat! [Chorus repeat 4X] [Master P Outro] Where the project niggas at? (what what) Where them No Limit niggas at? (what what) Where them down south niggas at? (what what) Where them east coast niggas at? (what what) Where them mid-west niggas at? (what what) Where them west coast niggas at? (what what) Where them project niggas at? (what what) Ain't no niggas, like my niggas (what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what, what) [Repeat statement] [Repeat Chorus 2X] |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Yall muthafuckas better keep yall eyes open (Ha)
You ain't gotta see ay muthafucka to get hit I got some enemies I know they coming to get me And if I gotta die taking some yall with me They best to be prepared for this war Cause I'm get cha I gotta infa-red It's guarenteed to hit cha Got a hole click of muthafuckas Call them souljas 16,17 knockin heads of ah sholders I told ya We all screamin loud cause we bout it I'm stunntin throught my hood Get your pussy ass crowded Bitch I'm from that route Strictley bout that g'z Knockin of enemies with them two 23es Gotta get em for they cheese Pass It to tha bg's Them niggas we don't know See ya can't get these All I know is money All I see is greed Bustin Heads to the fact Trigga finger on tha squeeze Nigga please Iheard you was workin for them focks That's tha reason you bitch ass niggas gotta go Enemies with no faces *Enemies Enemies Enemis with no faces x4 We loced up and we still on a mission Ridein four deep 2000 Expedition Got a hole click and we strapped Case we get into some shit Gotta keep them in there place Niggas all in my face Fuck All these hoes and these no nos And ride on some 22es low pros And some mo mo Kickin in your front door Lookin for them mo z's Strapped with them 44es A click full of bg's Alot of yall niggas still believe it's a game Sence I made a come up That shit bout to change Either yall can roll with tha click that I'm with Or every time I see you We get off in your shit If you can't stand the heat Get the fuck out from the stove It's all about tha cheese Got no time for these hoes I mean if you really wanna see me act a fool Well get into my shit And watch me grab for the 2 On tha cool it's the rules You Break 'em you die You thought you was bad They think you can ride Goodbye Ain't know sence of catchin other cases Fuck with the perpetrators Them enemies with no faces *Repeat |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
This is an invitation for all my thug niggas to come join me
On a journey to the ever lasting ship of eternal life A place where there's no violence no pain no crime no prisons no ghettos Nothing but sunshine at the end of the road so come with me let's ride All my thug niggas ride to eternity let's ride nigga let's ride nigga <i>[2X]</i> <i>[C-Murder]</i> Nigga back in the days I was afraid of the police Just another paranoid drugdealer on the streets My ghetto hero was above the law I caught a glimpse of a bullet That took him down like a south paw uneducated to the game of life I was hated to the grave but the pen kept my mind right A young motherfucker doomed since day one Shit I'm a fool I'm a ball 'til my time come A G to me is like a mil' on the streets I'm a kill just to eat And leave my enemies on the concrete they say a soft heart Make a bitch nigga stay alert stay alive that's the code of a thug nigga I wanna rob and steal but crime pays the bill niggas know I'm real So my pain is what they feel I'm a rider TRU niggas gone feel me C-Murder ain't gone die 'til a bitch nigga kill me All my thug niggas ride to eternity let's ride nigga let's ride nigga <i>[2X]</i> <i>[Master P]</i> How many niggas want to ride with me When I'm gone don't my fuckin' soldier cry for me I want the nigga that did it to die with me And his mama and his brother take a ride with me Cuz I'm a killer (a killer) nigga baller Servin' up the 3rd ward Cali or New Orla' Nigga like the devil with the motherfuckin' red prints Fight me like a monkey on top of an elephant The game got me crazy profecy dazy This god wasn't ? when a nigga tried to play me God won't you save me nigga only baby only time could take me Mama why you made me like is like slavey tech-nines and three eighties Homies live in shady pray for your baby my first born replace me This ghetto might waste me I'm a hunted bitch like ghostly It be a nigga close to me that take me All my thug niggas ride to eternity let's ride nigga let's ride nigga <i>[4X]</i> <i>[Mr. Serv-On]</i> They told me in this life those who start off last a end up first Those who start up first a end up last Last time I saw a .45 blast a nigga who was last should be doin' 50 years Without parole life is cold but it fair fuck the mayor that coward bastard Ask him durin' his term how many niggas sawt jail cells and found cascidy Place me the plastic when its time to shoot only god will know the truth What's in a nigga's blood is in his heart From the start my pain was irreversable the book on how to kill a nigga Is unwritable my title don't sulitify our right to tell a child how To live his life or how to stop a man when he beat his wife but if you turn Your back grab your gun we could ride tonight And ain't no game as I stroll on Nigga you know this S-E-R-V mister get my ride ON All my thug niggas ride to eternity let's ride nigga let's ride nigga <i>[4X]</i> Hahhahaha the media point the finger at me like I'm the bad guy But its ok just take a good look at me I'm no different then your average Businessman society wants to eliminate me but uh in a few years You be wishin' you had another Don like me sincerly yours America's Nightmare Master P |
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from Master P - Ghetto D (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1997)
[Mia X]
And the lady America was finally slaughtered And divided into 3 quarters Her children who was fit fell, peace Battlin', golden', platinum Friends of terror and endless bloodshed Pity was not spared for no man, woman, child or rapper And believe For his rap was felt by everyone And this time when trust had no meaning Family and friends who survived destroyed one another Decided to the world Love, peace, and brotherhood Soldiers, high ashes to survival Master P To open up a path to reality For some, judgement [Master P] The devil took the straps off my nigga legs The Virgin Mary came when my homie bleed Too many fuckin' thieves and enemies The vultures pecked the mouths for the green cheese I watched his soul leave his clothes left him cold On these streets, anything goes He was on the road It took 'em ten to do him in The killas fled, damn, but they'll be back again He was Polo'd down with the matchin' socks I mean stuffed like a turkey with a half a key of cooked rocks The reaper came and took him I saw the tears from my baby mama's eyes over look him As I walk through the shadow's of death Where no rapper or no man can spare no breath The kingdom of freedom is all they said Why the shackle and chain? My homie's life slaid From the cradle to the grave every soldier shall ride Bite the apple of eternity (uggggHH) Every mother will cry [Chorus x2] Keep your eyes on your enemies, and watch your friends Put your life in your own hands, or your life will end [Silkk] Now who's to say if it's the beginning or ending Start to finish Losin' or winnin' I'm trapped in a whole world of sin Who's to say your life is worth more than mine Should I give my heart to the President so he can live and I can die? Now my whole life I was scared The only judge is god But why do I (we) live by these man made laws Ten commandments they say do not steal or kill But I lost to many niggas and some say they split my wig for meal Heaven, leadin' up to the steps Everything I do wrong in my days is leading to my death And even though I never see I believe there's a god But I hate when your best friend turn to your enemy When times is hard [Chorus x2] [Master P] As the sand slowly poured I see flashes of life Time started ticking it's the end of my life Blind fo' his eyes when he look at god Behold no man or your life destroyed He took many prophets and poured to the kingdom Big ones and small ones Good ones and mean ones As the angel came the ghetto from hell Some words of the piece cuz they didn't know no better So they sold to the pitch-forks of the fire Do g's go to heaven or just young niggas retire Crosses burned cuz they souls was scarred Hoping for second chance but ain't none Cuz it's yo' final call [Chorus till fade] |
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from Master P - Ghetto D 10Th Anniversary (2005)
[Mia X]
And the lady America was finally slaughtered And divided into 3 quarters Her children who was fit fell, peace Battlin', golden', platinum Friends of terror and endless bloodshed Pity was not spared for no man, woman, child or rapper And believe For his rap was felt by everyone And this time when trust had no meaning Family and friends who survived destroyed one another Decided to the world Love, peace, and brotherhood Soldiers, high ashes to survival Master P To open up a path to reality For some, judgement [Master P] The devil took the straps off my nigga legs The Virgin Mary came when my homie bleed Too many fuckin' thieves and enemies The vultures pecked the mouths for the green cheese I watched his soul leave his clothes left him cold On these streets, anything goes He was on the road It took 'em ten to do him in The killas fled, damn, but they'll be back again He was Polo'd down with the matchin' socks I mean stuffed like a turkey with a half a key of cooked rocks The reaper came and took him I saw the tears from my baby mama's eyes over look him As I walk through the shadow's of death Where no rapper or no man can spare no breath The kingdom of freedom is all they said Why the shackle and chain? My homie's life slaid From the cradle to the grave every soldier shall ride Bite the apple of eternity (uggggHH) Every mother will cry [Chorus x2] Keep your eyes on your enemies, and watch your friends Put your life in your own hands, or your life will end [Silkk] Now who's to say if it's the beginning or ending Start to finish Losin' or winnin' I'm trapped in a whole world of sin Who's to say your life is worth more than mine Should I give my heart to the President so he can live and I can die? Now my whole life I was scared The only judge is god But why do I (we) live by these man made laws Ten commandments they say do not steal or kill But I lost to many niggas and some say they split my wig for meal Heaven, leadin' up to the steps Everything I do wrong in my days is leading to my death And even though I never see I believe there's a god But I hate when your best friend turn to your enemy When times is hard [Chorus x2] [Master P] As the sand slowly poured I see flashes of life Time started ticking it's the end of my life Blind fo' his eyes when he look at god Behold no man or your life destroyed He took many prophets and poured to the kingdom Big ones and small ones Good ones and mean ones As the angel came the ghetto from hell Some words of the piece cuz they didn't know no better So they sold to the pitch-forks of the fire Do g's go to heaven or just young niggas retire Crosses burned cuz they souls was scarred Hoping for second chance but ain't none Cuz it's yo' final call [Chorus till fade] |
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from Master P - Ghetto D 10Th Anniversary (2005)
[Mia X]
And the lady America was finally slaughtered And divided into 3 quarters Her children who was fit fell, peace Battlin', golden', platinum Friends of terror and endless bloodshed Pity was not spared for no man, woman, child or rapper And believe For his rap was felt by everyone And this time when trust had no meaning Family and friends who survived destroyed one another Decided to the world Love, peace, and brotherhood Soldiers, high ashes to survival Master P To open up a path to reality For some, judgement [Master P] The devil took the straps off my nigga legs The Virgin Mary came when my homie bleed Too many fuckin' thieves and enemies The vultures pecked the mouths for the green cheese I watched his soul leave his clothes left him cold On these streets, anything goes He was on the road It took 'em ten to do him in The killas fled, damn, but they'll be back again He was Polo'd down with the matchin' socks I mean stuffed like a turkey with a half a key of cooked rocks The reaper came and took him I saw the tears from my baby mama's eyes over look him As I walk through the shadow's of death Where no rapper or no man can spare no breath The kingdom of freedom is all they said Why the shackle and chain? My homie's life slaid From the cradle to the grave every soldier shall ride Bite the apple of eternity (uggggHH) Every mother will cry [Chorus x2] Keep your eyes on your enemies, and watch your friends Put your life in your own hands, or your life will end [Silkk] Now who's to say if it's the beginning or ending Start to finish Losin' or winnin' I'm trapped in a whole world of sin Who's to say your life is worth more than mine Should I give my heart to the President so he can live and I can die? Now my whole life I was scared The only judge is god But why do I (we) live by these man made laws Ten commandments they say do not steal or kill But I lost to many niggas and some say they split my wig for meal Heaven, leadin' up to the steps Everything I do wrong in my days is leading to my death And even though I never see I believe there's a god But I hate when your best friend turn to your enemy When times is hard [Chorus x2] [Master P] As the sand slowly poured I see flashes of life Time started ticking it's the end of my life Blind fo' his eyes when he look at god Behold no man or your life destroyed He took many prophets and poured to the kingdom Big ones and small ones Good ones and mean ones As the angel came the ghetto from hell Some words of the piece cuz they didn't know no better So they sold to the pitch-forks of the fire Do g's go to heaven or just young niggas retire Crosses burned cuz they souls was scarred Hoping for second chance but ain't none Cuz it's yo' final call [Chorus till fade] |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
MP: This the last Don, can I speak to you for a minute?
NL: What worry you? You got problem? I take care of it, okay? MP: I hate to puzzle you with this small problem, but, someone in the family is stealin' from me. NL: What? Nobody steal from...Da Don. MP: So, what we go'n do to the nigga? NL: We make example out of him. We get all my money back and then we bury him in it. *church bells ringing* |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
If she ain't a gangsta bitch
Then I don't want her, don't want her And if she ain't a gangsta bitch Then I don't need her You can keep her If she ain't a gangsta bitch Then I don't want her, don't want her And if she ain't a gangsta bitch Then I don't need her You can keep her I need a bitch to hold my stash, a bitch to give me some ass And when I'm on the run I need a hoe to send me some cash I'm a ball 'til I fall and that's the first right I need a bitch to watch my house while I live the street life And I know it sound crazy I want a gangsta bitch to have my baby And pack a 380 And ride calm by the po-pos with dope in the Mercedes And known to be a lady And massage me with Hennessy and weed when she bathe me If she ain't a gangsta bitch Then I don't want her, don't want her And if she ain't a gangsta bitch Then I don't need her You can keep her If she ain't a gangsta bitch Then I don't want her, don't want her And if she ain't a gangsta bitch Then I don't need her You can keep her She gotta be a gangsta bitch, 'bout that gangsta shit I'm living this gangsta life doing this mob-style shit I smash like Clyde but need that Bonnie on the side To hold my straps and busts caps at niggas naps We can sip Hen be homies and best friends Smash off X-O get his and hers M-10's Collect my cash, conduct yourself with class Get respect from my soldiers everytime you pass When I can't be seen you can inform my team Call that shot to keep the block on pop And chop more chickens than KFC Lay down organize crime be my D O G If she ain't a gangsta bitch Then I don't want her, don't want her And if she ain't a gangsta bitch Then I don't need her You can keep her If she ain't a gangsta bitch Then I don't want her, don't want her And if she ain't a gangsta bitch Then I don't need her You can keep her I need a gangsta bitch, I need a gangsta gimp I need a top notch shorty to hold my clip Baby, don't be afraid to fall in love with a thug All you get from this lesson, baby girl is true love She was dapping me, colonel, on my jump when I was locked down My black queen's sendin' me Lex to the carpound She see me now, she closer than my bitch She my boo 'cause she down to do some gangsta shit And if a bitch trip She down to boot her for free My little mama go to work everyday I run the streets she's a G bitch If she ain't a gangsta bitch Then I don't want her, don't want her And if she ain't a gangsta bitch Then I don't need her You can keep her If she ain't a gangsta bitch Then I don't want her, don't want her And if she ain't a gangsta bitch Then I don't need her You can keep her |
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from Master P - Ghetto D (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1997)
Yo Boo er
i know i never told u this before but it might be time for me to get my hussle on but i need you there for me cause gangstas need love too Since you've been away I've been down and lonely ah, what Since you've been away I've been thinkin' of you Trying to understand the reason you left me What were you going through I'm missin you Gangsters need love too tell me why the road turns |
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from Master P - Ghetto D 10Th Anniversary (2005)
Yo Boo er
i know i never told u this before but it might be time for me to get my hussle on but i need you there for me cause gangstas need love too Since you've been away I've been down and lonely ah, what Since you've been away I've been thinkin' of you Trying to understand the reason you left me What were you going through I'm missin you Gangsters need love too tell me why the road turns |
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from Master P - Ghetto D 10Th Anniversary (2005)
Yo Boo er
i know i never told u this before but it might be time for me to get my hussle on but i need you there for me cause gangstas need love too Since you've been away I've been down and lonely ah, what Since you've been away I've been thinkin' of you Trying to understand the reason you left me What were you going through I'm missin you Gangsters need love too tell me why the road turns |
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from Master P - Only God Can Judge Me (1999)
[Master P]
????? Hate to come at ya like this here man I know I'm down bad for this lil daddy...but uh.. Won't you front me one them quiz-arters fore I have To put that thiz-ang on ya...Ya heard me?! [Chorus] You betta get yo mind right You betta get yo mind right (Its an uptown thang) You betta get yo mind right (Its a downtown thang) You betta get yo mind right (Its a westbank thang) You....betta....(Its a eastbank thang)..get yo mind right...get yo mind right [Master P] I know a couple fire girls that like to dress shob I got a bad habit, so I might kill and rob But say Oh Na Nae, ape out tha way This boy don't play, I got that deuce wit that Tre So step to me if you wanna, I got some soldiers on tha corner (Hoody-Hoo!)Hoody-Hoo if you a goner, don't say I didn't warn ya You think that I'm fakin? You wanna bump? You got some bacon? Its hot where I'm at cuz the police be chasin I'm in tha press tryin to check on my dope Through tha mac, from tha meadow, to tha Calliope I got a big body Benz, so you know I got ends, I dont have that many friends Cuz them niggaz will do ya in! [Chorus] Get Yo Mind Right (8X) You....betta....get yo mind right Get yo mind right [C-Murder] Man its hot! (How hot?) Man hotter than before I just seen a little kid got shot up at the store Another soldier done fell, will his killer go to hell? Old lady seen it all, but she won't tell Who really cares wit his dark skin and hair kinda nappy Preacher said: 'Dont worry, be happy' A momma cries, a baby dies, and she'll never get to see her son's eyes Alot of genocide got us killin up our own kind Are we that blind? Or we committed to crime? Dont be foolish! A weak mind can't fight That's what they want(Thats what they want), so you betta get yo mind right [Chorus] Get Yo Mind Right (8X) You....betta....get yo mind right...get yo mind right (2X) Get yo mind right (8X) You....betta....get yo mind right...get yo mind right (2X) |
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from Master P - Only God Can Judge Me (2000)
[Master P]
????? Hate to come at ya like this here man I know I'm down bad for this lil daddy...but uh.. Won't you front me one them quiz-arters fore I have To put that thiz-ang on ya...Ya heard me?! [Chorus] You betta get yo mind right You betta get yo mind right (Its an uptown thang) You betta get yo mind right (Its a downtown thang) You betta get yo mind right (Its a westbank thang) You....betta....(Its a eastbank thang)..get yo mind right...get yo mind right [Master P] I know a couple fire girls that like to dress shob I got a bad habit, so I might kill and rob But say Oh Na Nae, ape out tha way This boy don't play, I got that deuce wit that Tre So step to me if you wanna, I got some soldiers on tha corner (Hoody-Hoo!)Hoody-Hoo if you a goner, don't say I didn't warn ya You think that I'm fakin? You wanna bump? You got some bacon? Its hot where I'm at cuz the police be chasin I'm in tha press tryin to check on my dope Through tha mac, from tha meadow, to tha Calliope I got a big body Benz, so you know I got ends, I dont have that many friends Cuz them niggaz will do ya in! [Chorus] Get Yo Mind Right (8X) You....betta....get yo mind right Get yo mind right [C-Murder] Man its hot! (How hot?) Man hotter than before I just seen a little kid got shot up at the store Another soldier done fell, will his killer go to hell? Old lady seen it all, but she won't tell Who really cares wit his dark skin and hair kinda nappy Preacher said: 'Dont worry, be happy' A momma cries, a baby dies, and she'll never get to see her son's eyes Alot of genocide got us killin up our own kind Are we that blind? Or we committed to crime? Dont be foolish! A weak mind can't fight That's what they want(Thats what they want), so you betta get yo mind right [Chorus] Get Yo Mind Right (8X) You....betta....get yo mind right...get yo mind right (2X) Get yo mind right (8X) You....betta....get yo mind right...get yo mind right (2X) |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
Ugh! Ha ha!
Ooh! Huh? P what's up boy? What's up 40 boy? Talk to me weepilation. Dey don't know we been doin' dis. Last Deezy Last Don. Bay Area playa nigga. This E Feezy Fonzareezy your weepilation up out the Yea Area all day everytime. Like dis here. Element of surprise. Da Last Don Charlie Hustle. Check it out. Let it be writ and said, done and published That on the sixth month of June 1998 E-40 Fonzarellie A-K-A Charlie Hustleezy And my Third Ward weepilation From the No Limit Records Headquarters and congregation Plugged up and did a rumble together without no hesitation and erased Any Old School classic memories of Northern California Godzilla ballin' and Bay stranglin' and hustlin' Morning, night, day in Norleans And dang near fallin' asleep on the freeway Bobbin and weavin' and ditchin' and dodgin' po-po, Penelope force Tryin' to convince em that me and the dope game wasn't gettin' along any how We had been went our separate ways Shit, we been had a divorce In and out of court, betta' yet Neva was married any how and engaged Pushed in the game at a young age, trapped in a ghetto cage Went from hardly any to, uh, plenty of cash To, uh, high speed chases to, uh, makin a dash Uh, excuse me sir can I have your autograph And, uh, when your new album droppin fool That other shit was cool [Chorus] Get your money man, get your paper Get your paper man, get your money Get your fettie or your scratch, get your skrill Get your revvies man, get paid Get your mail man, get your marbles Get your marbles man, get your mail Get your grits, get your chettah, get your chips Get your snaps man, get paid Ugh! Ball wit da real, hang wit da Gs Started from Richmond, California to New Orleans Game won't change, these niggas can't fade me Mama still pray for baby Ghetto got me sick, dope fiends and crack heads Niggas on da front porch wit tech nines and lemon heads And all I want be is a soldier Cause I'm tired of runnin' from da rollas Jumped in da rap game and now dey can't hold us Ghetto millionaires and still blowin' doja Keep my composure when times hectic Now I own a house in California, Orlando, and Texas And still run wit the thug niggas And made tapes for bitches and drug dealas And push 600 wit a bulletproof The ghetto Bill Gates The only president wit a gold tooth [Chorus] Uh, n-neva let your guards down Always play defense neva offense Cause suckas a try to make your kindness for weakness And damn sho try to shake your hand up unda falsified pretenses Sequence this Paint a portrait of these next events See if you can predict what I was about to say Within the next couple of sentences Technically impossible To hard to call See right when he thought I was gone throw a slider I threw him a knuckle ball Back against the wall, knockin' niggas out (knockin' niggas out) Hemmed up in da corner nigga that's what I'm about Feel my pain, sometimes I feel trapped Nigga tired of hangin' in the ghetto takin' food stamps Cause this street life got me crazy But I hustle cause I gotta feed a baby And only God can take me And ain't no nigga in this hood gone play me So when I ball I'm a ball til I fizall And when I'm gone put my name on the wizall [Chorus] |
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from Master P - Game Face (2002)
(feat. Lil' Romeo, Silkk the Shocker)
[Chorus x4] Girls jock me You cant knock me We ghetto ballin My real thugs got me UNNGGHHHHHHHHH! [Verse 1: Master P] Love money, hate haters 10 years later, still gettin paper Put 20's on the big wheel It's Univeral now Just signed a big deal Party at the spot, come ball wit me And if you aint a real Don Stop calling me It aint about what you got Its who you are My only bad habits are icey cars Open up my mouth, didnt mean to blind ya Take you to (?) just to wine and dine ya You wanna make music girl look me up And if your girlfriends cute boo Hook me up, get your drank on I got the tab, we dont speak on nuttin That we really dont have I told you it was a bentley That was pickin you up Moet and Cristal, we be mixin it up Cuz, I'm the player made it cool to be cunt Only run with the realest Thats just business and money Call me the big dog, yall the little cats You aint a true hustler unless you lose it And get it back [Chorus 4x] [Verse 2: Lil Romeo] Ok, we dont rent or lease We do cars(Ya heard?) Compare us to yall whodi, dont try I got nine houses, eight cars Take my little sister to Mattel to get toys I bet we have how much? Thats only mine And that frank limo cost sixty-five Geeez, Oooh Wee, now why little boys wanna hate on me? We rock Grade A (?) to cubian stones The only thing glowing is the ice on my arm When I hit the playground, its time to go in I made my first million at the age of ten I love the girls, cuz the girls love me You cant pick up a magazine without seein me Six Flags, or the mall where you find me at I could buy what I want I need a whodi check, Uh! [Chorus 4x] [Verse 3: Silkk] We keep it real, we dont lie We comin at you, look look We dont try So they heard I was the best in the south She said I dont wanna be with you I just wanna test you out" I said Ma you gotta know fast Look, I dont have to touch you But tomorrow you gon' have to bail like Usher She said, what I'm gon' do after this I said nothin, cuz there aint nothin after sex Look, Ma, I'm the best there aint nothin after me TRU player for real, ask Master P I can get you the finer things Designer names, designer things Talkin bout diamond rings Hit the mall up, to armonte exchange You with that climb the range Look, I'm a baller Ma, just my extra game Doctor feelgood, minus the pain If you married, you aint gotta hide your ring I know you get boys sometimes Come on, try some things If we get high in New Orleans We can fly to Maine Learn some new languages We can fly to Spain Look at what my ring say Now thats a hell of a ring I said, no V-P in Rome Thats a hell of a team And yo, I'll do us, thats a hell of a dream And if I say so my self, No Limit Thats a hell of a thing, Holla! [Chorus 4x] |
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from Master P - Ghetto D (Uncut Snoop Dogg Approved) (2010 Remastered) (1997)
<i>[water bubbling]</i>
<i>[voice in background repeating "make crack like this"]</i> <i>[Master P]</i> Imagine substitutin crack for music I mean dope tapes, this is how we would make it (There it is right there) For all you players, hustlers, ballers and even you smokers ("Ma ma ma ma make crack like this") <i>[Master P]</i> Ghetto Dope, No Limit Records ("Ma ma ma make crack like this") Part of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee Thank you dope fiends for your support, ha ha <i>[C-Murder]</i> Let me give a shotout to the D Boys (drug dealerss) Neighborhood dope man, I mean real niggas that'll make a dollar out of fifteen cents Ain't got a dime, but I rides and pay the rent Professional crackslanger I serve fiends I once went to jail for having rocks up in my jeans But nowadays I be too smart for the task C-Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the skillet man Waitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig What you need ten, ain't no fuckin order too big And makin crack like this is the song You won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't cooked long Overcook yo' dope it might come out brown Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outta town But fuck that I'm bout to put my soldiers in the game And tell ya how to make crack from cocaine One - look for the nigga wit the whitest snow Two - no buying from no nigga that you don't know Make yo way to the kitchen where the stove be You get the baking soda I got yo D Get the triple beam and measure out yo dope Mix one gram of soda every seven grams of coke An shake it up until it get harder Then sit the tube in some ready made cold water Twist the bitch like a knot while it's still hot And watch that shit while it can rise to the fuckin top Now ya cocaine powder is crack Nigga I hopes you strapped cause you might get jacked <i>[Chorus: repeat all 4X]</i> Ghett Ghett Ghett Ghetto Dope Ma Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope <i>[Silkk the Shocker]</i> My phone rang I picked it up (Need some weight) What you need (Silkk bout a coupla K) I had it all into powder but it ain't no thang Gimme a coupla hours I have it all in a cake Trust nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel You probably catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's table I got a big order for some coke I called some hoes up I want ya'll but naked while you cookin up my dope I told ya'll we some Tru G's See me and P and C ?? with uzi's Choppin up two ki's Baby twenty-four oz's a piece Cause see if it ain't about money Then it ain't about me Hella mail from sales Hella yeah for scales Come up short My money jumpin yo ass like bail First of all you gotta have nuts Don't give a fuck Cause when I bust niggas guts They know if it miss it ain't by much Thinkin short like I'm only seventeen A coupla dope fiends Some oz's A triple beam And then playa hit yo block And tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the spot That's why I acts like this But I rides rims, them gold D's (Ma Ma Make Crack like this) I made crack like this <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Master P]</i> Nigga Nigga never let a nigga front you no dizos Start from the ground, work yo way up to a kilo Get some killers on yo team, keep one up in the chamber For the jackas and the dope fiends Fools come short get rowdy Kick down doors, show motherfuckers that ya bout it bout it Break ki's down to oz's Never buy any dope without weighin it on the triple beam Fuck soda use V-12 Keep a stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele Check the man made junk for residue Cause every fiend you miss want three or two 1. Never talk on the phone in ya house 2. Never slang dope out ya baby momma's house 3. Never fuck with snitches Cause niggas that talk to the police is bitches 4. Keep a low key And if you movin weight treat yo'self to an uzi The first hit for free (damn) But the next time you see me You betta have twenty G 5. Never pay Pimp hoes for the pussy That's the 'Merican way Clean up ya dirty money to good money Cause legal money last longer than drug money <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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from Master P - Good Side Bad Side (2004)
[Hook: Theresa Esclovon] When I see you I, like to ride up and I Feel all good and I, want you boy no lie The way you walk the style, the clothes you wear You lick your lips, and I can't help but stare I think of you and I, want you boy no lie [Master P] I wanna wife you shorty, but let's get one thing straight I could get you a Benz, or a house by the lake You want one with cameras, you want one with a gate We could live like Tony Montana, girl we be straight But you gotta tell your mom's, to stop bugging Them dudes I be rolling with, that's my boys and my cousin I'd rather be caught with it, then caught without it I ain't gon lie, I've been to jail boo I'm bout it bout it I ain't trying to hide who I am, shorty I'm a thug But I love to kiss, and I love to fuck My wardrobe, it's all T-shirts and jeans I ain't hard to find, baby I'm on the corner with the team But if you need me, girl I'm coming running If it's beef, me and the boys we coming gunning And I'ma tell you something girl, it ain't about the money We gon thug until the end, and I'm glad you my ghetto honey [Hook] [Master P] You like minks and ice, I could buy you that You caught a bus to the crib, you could take the six back Slow down shorty, don't be in a rush Ain't nothing better than you and I, I mean us We was made for eachother, look like sister and brother Started out as friends, turned into lovers I need your full attention, I'm feeling your style I don't talk too much, but my homies buck wild Tattoos and gold teeth, you know I'm thugging I'm straight from the hood, but that just means good loving Don't judge a book by it's cover, I got big dreams I wanna take mom out the hood, and put you on my team We could thug together, shorty grow together shorty You could sleep over, and we could get naughty shorty From the first time I met you, I was feeling you And it don't feel the same, when I ain't with you [Hook] (*singing*) |
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from Master P - Only God Can Judge Me (1999)
[Master P] - {repeat 3X}
See I like to smoke weed and I love to make money But I, can't live without you beautiful ghetto honeys [Master P] Now if that nigga doin wrong, and you don't want to be alone Girl call me on the phone, or you can beep me in the zone I'm mean holla if you wit me, if you need me come and get me You want me to box him tell him hit me See you too pretty to be a ?? If you was mines I'd make you shine like a flower I don't give a fuck, how much money, how much power I wanna make you my lady, if you tired of bein his bitch See the nigga wanna see you broke, but I wanna see you rich And I ain't playin no games, I wanna make you out my boonapalist Girl keep your head up, and can't no nigga stop this, ya heard me? [Master P] - {repeat 4X} See I like to smoke weed and I love to make money But I, can't live without you beautiful ghetto honeys [Mac] Yo, I look at you and praise you as if you a Goddess, but you modest And word on the street, say you the hottest now why is this so familiar, some niggaz'll kill just to be near ya But you like my niggaz itchin, sayin that they gon' get ya You ain't never had real love, cause all you fuck wit is little thugs who deal drugs, you need a soldier A nigga dat'll ride, nigga, that'll die Nigga - to say you beautiful, and you my butterfly I remember, when you was just a caterpillar Ponytails and overalls, with Wonder Woman drawers Everybody made they passes, laughin about yo' glasses And now niggaz sweat you just because of how fat that ass is I know you love that attention, ain't nuthin wrong with it But you ain't gotta let every nigga you've known hit it You a Queen, and I'ma make you shine like the brightest of stars Keep you in the tightest of cars, you feel me? [Master P] - {repeat 4X} See I like to smoke weed and I love to make money But I, can't live without you beautiful ghetto honeys |
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from Master P - Only God Can Judge Me (2000)
[Master P] - {repeat 3X}
See I like to smoke weed and I love to make money But I, can't live without you beautiful ghetto honeys [Master P] Now if that nigga doin wrong, and you don't want to be alone Girl call me on the phone, or you can beep me in the zone I'm mean holla if you wit me, if you need me come and get me You want me to box him tell him hit me See you too pretty to be a ?? If you was mines I'd make you shine like a flower I don't give a fuck, how much money, how much power I wanna make you my lady, if you tired of bein his bitch See the nigga wanna see you broke, but I wanna see you rich And I ain't playin no games, I wanna make you out my boonapalist Girl keep your head up, and can't no nigga stop this, ya heard me? [Master P] - {repeat 4X} See I like to smoke weed and I love to make money But I, can't live without you beautiful ghetto honeys [Mac] Yo, I look at you and praise you as if you a Goddess, but you modest And word on the street, say you the hottest now why is this so familiar, some niggaz'll kill just to be near ya But you like my niggaz itchin, sayin that they gon' get ya You ain't never had real love, cause all you fuck wit is little thugs who deal drugs, you need a soldier A nigga dat'll ride, nigga, that'll die Nigga - to say you beautiful, and you my butterfly I remember, when you was just a caterpillar Ponytails and overalls, with Wonder Woman drawers Everybody made they passes, laughin about yo' glasses And now niggaz sweat you just because of how fat that ass is I know you love that attention, ain't nuthin wrong with it But you ain't gotta let every nigga you've known hit it You a Queen, and I'ma make you shine like the brightest of stars Keep you in the tightest of cars, you feel me? [Master P] - {repeat 4X} See I like to smoke weed and I love to make money But I, can't live without you beautiful ghetto honeys |
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from Master P - Only God Can Judge Me (2000)
It's like my adversaries plottin on my death
But I put my life in God's hands, y'know I'm thugged out for life, I'm a ghetto nigga for life and uhh.. I ain't runnin from no problems I'm just, tryin to be stress free y'know Sometimes you just gotta sit back and uhh.. hit that sess and let it just marinate y'know Get away, ya heard me? My soldiers roll with me To a place, where we all, can just get away Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky? My soldiers roll with me To a place, where we all, can just get away Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky? How many tears is momma gon' cry, how many caskets she gon' buy til we all gon' realize that we all was born to die Niggaz standin on corners, just to scheme and plot Niggaz killin up each other, for grams of rock Subconcious all of my wrongdoing that's why I pack a long gun Niggaz fightin everyday, til death be the outcome I got a foot in the grave and uhh, one in the pen Homies wishin of a better life but it's blowin in the wind And I was cursed since birth cause I was born in the project Raised on powdered milk government cheese, eggs and a county check I hustled in hallways with no lights Hopin I could make it through the days and live through the nights My soldiers roll with me To a place, where we all, can just get away Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky? My soldiers roll with me To a place, where we all, can just get away Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky? They nailed Jesus to the cross, put my people on dope I don't know a nigga in the project, that own a plane or a boat See society got me fed up (fed up) Brought us over here, to misled us I gotta, troublesome mind, I gotta, troublesome soul I been in and out of jail on probation and parole And when I really die is they gon' steal my gold teeth? Now who's the real animal - dem or me? And if you ready for me Lord, and I'm the, next contender I'm tryin to change my life, see I don't wanna die a sinner And do the - police, really protect and serve? Then why it ain't no crack houses, in the suburbs? My soldiers roll with me To a place, where we all, can just get away Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky? My soldiers roll with me To a place, where we all, can just get away Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky? My soldiers roll with me To a place, where we all, can just get away Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky? My soldiers roll with me To a place, where we all, can just get away Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there really a place where uhh ain't no fightin, ain't no killin, ain't no backstabbin Ain't no friends turnin against each other Ain't no racism, ain't no hate Sound like heaven to me, huh It's hard to find |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
I was born... coming up from the ghetto
Where the OG's never let go This is somethin I had to know Had to be real sneaky Watched niggas that tried to creep on me Stay away from the ones that's sheisty That's what my momma always told me When ya livin on the eastside, ghetto In the ghetto, ghetto I never knew what my life would be, ghetto In the ghetto, ghetto I'll show what I'm talkin bout, ghetto In the ghetto, ghetto When ya comin from the eastside, ghetto In the ghetto, ghetto I see you takin bills I'm ready to ride, ready to roll Ay check this mack I bet you're boyfriend aint knowin That I'm steadily blowin your back out Watch me track out on these niggas and bounce out on these hoes Get at em like "what's up trick" you know how it goes It's Friday night, the club is about to close And I was lookin fabulous So I, got up to stretch 'bout to catch me one of these stragglers True eastside dogs, and we barkin not simpin Yo holmes 'bout that time to start this parking lot pimpin I keep that thang, huh, posted in the same spot Nothin but my khaki shorts, house shoes, boxers and my suede shine I'm from the home of the riots That's before the peace died but I'm still hollin out eastside Uhh, what y'all busters gon do When the pimps, bangers, and hustlers smash on you It aint about who's sellin the most caine Put us all together nigga see you run thangs If you can't hang, stay the fuck out the kitchen Bitch I'm ghetto fabbed out, so fuck politickin Waitin for a chance and the shit it never happened Time is money, and when you get it keep it clackin All you hear is, with my two inch twist I keep the goodyear grip, so the dubs don't slip If you want my claims, I think you besta make a change So close your eyes when I let my back end hang I ride til the motherfucking wheels fall off Domie's got daytons, Goldie's got daytons All burnt to the turf up in a goddamn fool Old school motherfucker breakin jaws and rules Choose to bang, who's to blame but myself and the set All my peers through the years steady gettin it whet Give me a rep, that's what I wanted most in my life Did it all like a hawk, so I'm totin my stripes Will I quit it, I'm comitted til the day I drop Slangin rocks, sprayin shots, sayin fuck the cops Locked up in the Chevy and my switches is hot Gave em pain as I swang on the bitches I sopt Bandanna on the antenna swangin and ridin Eastsidin, ghetto life is invitin Me and my brother had to walk to school I used to get him he downposed for joe cool A couple of dickies, with some quarter sacks Damn cuz I can't believe my kinfolk gave me that Had a nigga lookin G'd up With the scarf on my head, stealin sheets on my bed I seen baloney sandwiches without no motherfuckin bread I stole a pack of chips with the big homie Fred Now we sippin on some kool aid I got suspended from school for cussin out the teacher's aid And now I'm bout to get a whoopin, but you know I'm steady woofin On the side where they ride the most Eastside is the beach, westside is the coast And we ghetto like a motherfuckin hot buttered toast In the mornin with some government cheese (government cheese) We keep it ghetto like a nigga shootin dice on his knees Get your money first rule number one, hello Livin it up is livin life in the ghetto I was born... coming up from the ghetto Where the OG's never let go This is somethin I had to know Had to be real sneaky Watched niggas that tried to creep on me Stay away from the ones that's sheisty That's what my momma always told me When ya livin on the eastside, ghetto In the ghetto, ghetto I never knew what my life would be, ghetto In the ghetto, ghetto I'll show what I'm talkin bout, ghetto In the ghetto, ghetto When ya comin from the eastside, ghetto In the ghetto, ghetto I see you takin bills |
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from Master P - Da Last Don (1999)
<i>[Chorus (2x):]</i>
You just don't know what you do to me And I hope you know what you got <i>[Master P:]</i> I remember walking you from school and homies hate me But I ain't tripping cause I knew one day girl you'd be my lady Probably have my baby I know it sound crazy But thugs need love and if you real girl save me Your loyalty got me a sucker for love And when I went to jail you sent kisses and hugs And I could feel your lips through your letters You said wait for me, 'cause you down with whatever Now I'm out girl and we balling Mansions, 600 Benzes, Lex Luther, trucks and Ferraries Rolex watches and bracelets Diamonds on your ears and taking trips in foreign places Now we be hooked like drugs But you been there from the beginning, that's why we call it ghetto love And I hope you know what you got You just don't know what you do to me And I hope you know what you got <i>[Mia X:]</i> My thug love got the weight of the world on his shoulders So every chance I get I try to grab him and hold him Boo you know I care, I'm gone be there through the toughest of times Trying not to ever stress ya take the pressure off ya mind You my kind of nigga ain't nobody else gone do I can't see being in love without you Beside me, inside me, nothing can divide you and me That's why them other broads know we gone be I ain't tripping, although your ass be slipping sometimes Running around and creeping but you know just where to find your true love Before the fame the big names and the money I was at the bus stop with you honey That's why you got me pushing phat ass rides With a swoll bank account living in a million dollar house, but don't doubt If you gotta go back to the projects I won't diss ya I'm coming right with ya cause I love you thug <i>[Chorus (5x)]</i> |
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from Master P - Good Side Bad Side (2004)
<i>[Theresa Esclovon]</i>
I see something I want, and poppy that's you So I'll just be up front, I'm trying to roll with you I see you eyeing me, as I am eyeing you I guess the real in me, attracts the thug in you <i>[Hook - 2x]</i> Face like a model, body like a dancer Turn heads in the club, make you wanna romance her <i>[Master P]</i> Drop top candy paint, sitting on spinners Inureta in the front, in the back is Brenda Rolita, Lolita Sipping on tequila baby girl, nice to meet ya Call me the Mill Man, I love to get paper And if you single girl, I'd like to date ya Shake them hips mami, let it dip mami Rock it like a boat then, work it like a ship mami Get a grip mami, you're the shit mami Take you to Joe's, put some'ing on your wrist mami <i>[Hook - 4x]</i> <i>[Theresa Esclovon]</i> I love, your whole thugged out side That all, just drives me wild Makes me, wanna be with you Cause the real in me, attracts the thug in you <i>[Master P]</i> Soldier boys where y'all at, soldier girls where y'all at Girl on the flo', like she doing that Mexican dance Then the girl, wanna freak me Hit me on my two-way, say she got some things she wanna teach me She rubbing on her lip man, touching on my hips man In V.I.P., almost ripped off my worst band Whoa, shorty had too many tequilas But I ain't tripping, cause I'm really starting to feel her Man this night, it can get like drill I'm in a throwback jersey, that say P. Miller <i>[Theresa Esclovon]</i> I see something I want, and poppy that's you So I'll just be up front, I'm trying to roll with you I see you eyeing me, as I am eyeing you I guess the real in me, attracts the thug in you <i>[Hook - 2x]</i> |
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