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
f*ck the politcians the media and the government
the f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*ck you cockaroaches sincerely yours the last don
Master P The Last Don
[Master P]
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 motherf*ckin' 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 motherf*ckin' 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?
Master P - MP Da Last Don Album Lyrics
Master P - MP Da Last Don Lyrics
Writer: O'DELL VICKERS, P. MILLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
Till We Dead And Gone
[Chorus: Master P]
Nigga, nigga, nigga
P and Bone nigga
Ughhhhhhh
And we gone kill ya
Till we dead and gone nigga
[Master P]
I couldn't gang bang
With crips and bloods
But i could stand on the corner
Wit killas and drugs
They healing
Outlaws that reaching for souls
We ghetto niggas
600, Fearris, and Rolls
We couldn't run from niggas cause we bout it bout it
I'm from the set where my niggas get rowdy rowdy
We gon hang niggas
We gon bang niggas
We gon slang niggas
Cause we trigger niggas
Banger got cheese nigga
Never fall nigga
Put my name on the wall when I'm gone nigga
Cause I'm a soldier
No Limit finest
Mouth full of gold teeth and diamonds
Uhh - uhh
Hit 'em up nigga
Get 'em get 'em get 'em
Miss me I'ma split 'em
Throw up your something soldier rag if you ain't with 'em
Uhh - uhh
Or else East 99 will get with 'em
[Chorus: Master P]
[Layzie Bone]
Little Lay done traveled around the world
Caught a few cases
Seen so many faces and so many places
Ace this game
Why do you try to erase this on a daily basis
Give me my spaces
Show me some love though
Just pump your fist in the air and holler "Mo"
Could you do me that and I'll hit you back
Little nig just don't know where my thugs at
Some at the track on the back chrome gat
Some around the corner selling that crack
Some of my thugs in the penn dead wrong
Got a lot of my thugs in the grave long gone
May they rest in peace
My nigga sleep
Nigga be creep thugging till we all deceased
Makaveli, Biggie Smalls, and Eazy-E
T-Rock got shot
Lord bless 'em please bless thier seed
For real we tru to the thugs representing that Land
Putting it down for the nation of thugs man
So you understand
Now whats wrong with your game
Wounds be getting to shooting
F*ck the law
Keep packing that steel
Real real when your riding the feel just chill
And peace will be still
Nigga from Cleveland to New Orleans
Across the sea and ocean
Master P and Bone thugs
Coast to coast
We steadily rolling putting it down
[Chorus: Master P]
[Krayzie Bone]
Niggas niggas if you with me
Don't be talking about it nigga come get in the car
Reach in the back for the AK
Okay
Lets see if you ready for war
Scoping the target
Mark it then you pull out your weapon and spark it
Nine millameter, heater, streetsweepers, and sawed-offs
Shit
Bitch hear me ticking
I'm bound to blow
Nigga better get on the floor
Oh, and hey and then when you dropping you might as well give me your bank
Look in my eyes
They so surprised
Cause they must have thought I was studio
What do ya know
Nigga jumped out of the video and f*cked you up
Aw shit
Here come the police
Now tell me what it is you want?
I got the same thing you got so it all depends on who the sharpest shot
Lets get it on
Boy your funerals after if dead Krayzie snaps
Cause there be to many bloody bodies bagged up off in the back
F*cked up
We wouldn't of had to resort to violence
But man the nigga was raised that way
And I'm gon stay that way even if I die today
But what can I say?
I picked a f*cked up game to play
So I gotta get up and move out
Face the shoot out
So I'll be on my way
[Chorus: Master P]
[Wish Bone]
Yeah yeah
In the mist of the ghetto
When I fly ride by die
Niggas wanna let go
It's a pain just to maintain
But it's a shame cause I do the same thing
Still from the streets
Indeed you'll bleed when your f*cking with me and B-O-N-E
Yeahhh
We the Mo Thug warriors warriors
F*ck them stories that them haters be telling
Huh
You run up we murder ya
Stressed out niggas on weed
F*ck niggas don't like me and police
I'ma keep it real all the way down till the end
All I wanna do is smoke weed with my friends
Make ends
Anyday can be your last one
Thats why a nigga gotta carry guns
Don't you wanna have some fun
Come come
Bloody red red rum
[Flesh-N-Bone]
Me telling ya
Yeah
See me and my niggas we down for whatever
Yah heard me?
No matter the cause
Follow the paper chase thats straight to the income
Ya'll get fifth thugs
Your nigga thats ready for war
Lets battle
Stepping with cannons
Come with my handbook
Niggas with (?)
But if you choose you lose
Them niggas will f*cking fool
Come and get a abused
If you've paid your dues
My niggas you've learned the golden rule
You gotta do what you gotta do
But priceless
So many done test don't try me
(?)
Niggas come to stay tru
Digging his grave
They dieing
They recognize the Cles from C-L-E
Hooked up with niggas from New Orleans
My niggas at No Limit
Gotta make more cheese
It's Bone and P
[Chorus: Master P]
[Master P]
Ha ha
P and Bone nigga
Yah heard me?
And we gone be here till we dead and gone nigga
This is dedicated to every mother f*cking rapper that went before us
Yah heard me?
Nigga, nigga, nigga
P and Bone nigga
Ughhhhhhh
And we gone kill ya
Till we dead and gone nigga
[Master P]
I couldn't gang bang
With crips and bloods
But i could stand on the corner
Wit killas and drugs
They healing
Outlaws that reaching for souls
We ghetto niggas
600, Fearris, and Rolls
We couldn't run from niggas cause we bout it bout it
I'm from the set where my niggas get rowdy rowdy
We gon hang niggas
We gon bang niggas
We gon slang niggas
Cause we trigger niggas
Banger got cheese nigga
Never fall nigga
Put my name on the wall when I'm gone nigga
Cause I'm a soldier
No Limit finest
Mouth full of gold teeth and diamonds
Uhh - uhh
Hit 'em up nigga
Get 'em get 'em get 'em
Miss me I'ma split 'em
Throw up your something soldier rag if you ain't with 'em
Uhh - uhh
Or else East 99 will get with 'em
[Chorus: Master P]
[Layzie Bone]
Little Lay done traveled around the world
Caught a few cases
Seen so many faces and so many places
Ace this game
Why do you try to erase this on a daily basis
Give me my spaces
Show me some love though
Just pump your fist in the air and holler "Mo"
Could you do me that and I'll hit you back
Little nig just don't know where my thugs at
Some at the track on the back chrome gat
Some around the corner selling that crack
Some of my thugs in the penn dead wrong
Got a lot of my thugs in the grave long gone
May they rest in peace
My nigga sleep
Nigga be creep thugging till we all deceased
Makaveli, Biggie Smalls, and Eazy-E
T-Rock got shot
Lord bless 'em please bless thier seed
For real we tru to the thugs representing that Land
Putting it down for the nation of thugs man
So you understand
Now whats wrong with your game
Wounds be getting to shooting
F*ck the law
Keep packing that steel
Real real when your riding the feel just chill
And peace will be still
Nigga from Cleveland to New Orleans
Across the sea and ocean
Master P and Bone thugs
Coast to coast
We steadily rolling putting it down
[Chorus: Master P]
[Krayzie Bone]
Niggas niggas if you with me
Don't be talking about it nigga come get in the car
Reach in the back for the AK
Okay
Lets see if you ready for war
Scoping the target
Mark it then you pull out your weapon and spark it
Nine millameter, heater, streetsweepers, and sawed-offs
Shit
Bitch hear me ticking
I'm bound to blow
Nigga better get on the floor
Oh, and hey and then when you dropping you might as well give me your bank
Look in my eyes
They so surprised
Cause they must have thought I was studio
What do ya know
Nigga jumped out of the video and f*cked you up
Aw shit
Here come the police
Now tell me what it is you want?
I got the same thing you got so it all depends on who the sharpest shot
Lets get it on
Boy your funerals after if dead Krayzie snaps
Cause there be to many bloody bodies bagged up off in the back
F*cked up
We wouldn't of had to resort to violence
But man the nigga was raised that way
And I'm gon stay that way even if I die today
But what can I say?
I picked a f*cked up game to play
So I gotta get up and move out
Face the shoot out
So I'll be on my way
[Chorus: Master P]
[Wish Bone]
Yeah yeah
In the mist of the ghetto
When I fly ride by die
Niggas wanna let go
It's a pain just to maintain
But it's a shame cause I do the same thing
Still from the streets
Indeed you'll bleed when your f*cking with me and B-O-N-E
Yeahhh
We the Mo Thug warriors warriors
F*ck them stories that them haters be telling
Huh
You run up we murder ya
Stressed out niggas on weed
F*ck niggas don't like me and police
I'ma keep it real all the way down till the end
All I wanna do is smoke weed with my friends
Make ends
Anyday can be your last one
Thats why a nigga gotta carry guns
Don't you wanna have some fun
Come come
Bloody red red rum
[Flesh-N-Bone]
Me telling ya
Yeah
See me and my niggas we down for whatever
Yah heard me?
No matter the cause
Follow the paper chase thats straight to the income
Ya'll get fifth thugs
Your nigga thats ready for war
Lets battle
Stepping with cannons
Come with my handbook
Niggas with (?)
But if you choose you lose
Them niggas will f*cking fool
Come and get a abused
If you've paid your dues
My niggas you've learned the golden rule
You gotta do what you gotta do
But priceless
So many done test don't try me
(?)
Niggas come to stay tru
Digging his grave
They dieing
They recognize the Cles from C-L-E
Hooked up with niggas from New Orleans
My niggas at No Limit
Gotta make more cheese
It's Bone and P
[Chorus: Master P]
[Master P]
Ha ha
P and Bone nigga
Yah heard me?
And we gone be here till we dead and gone nigga
This is dedicated to every mother f*cking rapper that went before us
Yah heard me?
Writer: CRAIG STEPHEN LAWSON, PERCY MILLER, ANTHONY HENDERSON, STEVEN HOWSE, BRYON MCCANE, CHARLES SCRUGGS
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
Thinkin Bout U
[Mia X]
Woke one morning, tears in my eyes
The feds kicked in the door and caught me and my baby by surprise
He got high, but they didn't find no dope
They said it was conspericy just cause a hater said so
Now we might do time in the penn
But the state dont have a case without witnesses and no evidence
So I guess once again that it's on
But I really wish the haters would just leave us alone
[Mia X]
Thinkin about you boy
[Mo B. Dick]
Thinkin about you girl
[Mia X]
Do what you gotta do boy
[Mo B. Dick]
Do what you gotta do girl
[Mia X]
Thinkin about you boy
[Mo B. Dick]
Thinkin about you girl
[Mia X]
Thinkin about you
[Mo B. Dick]
I'm thinkin about you
[Master P]
My enemies hate me money can't make me
Bitches can't break me the feds can't take me
Give me four or five months and I'm out
It must be love momma put up the house
And the game won't change nigga still the same nigga
Real thangs and little change nigga
But um, I gotta do what I gotta
Even if it take us slangin CD's and narcotics
I gotta little sware when the penetentiary
cause on these streets are heaven or hell
Now picture me balling
I love No Limit like sex and don't plan on falling
[Mo B. Dick]
I'm thinkin about you girl
[Mia X]
I'm thinkin about you boy
[Mo B. Dick]
So do what you gotta do girl
[Mia X]
So do what you gotta do boy
[Mo B. Dick]
I'm thinkin about you girl
[Mia X]
Thinkin about you boy
[Mo B. Dick]
I'm thinkin about you
[Mia X]
Thinkin about you
[Mia X]
Motherf*cking right I'm a take it how it come like a soldier
TRU click TRU bitch go to war for ya
In the kitchen at the stove cooking up the product
Cause fiends love it most when you give it to em rocked up
Chopped up bitches in the game that was talking
But they didn't know hoes got them feds stalking
Playing peekaboo, plotting on the front door
But all the goin find is some ghetto dope
So come on, so would you just let a bitch live
Stack my ends and raise my kids
Ride my benz, flow my ice
Teaching all them ghetto bitches how to live this life
Why yall fools trying to knock this bitch
It's the tank, so you know you can't stop this
Watch this young black family take this whole industry
And run it, thinkin bout you while we done it
[Mia X]
Thinkin about you boy
[Mo B. Dick]
Thinkin about you girl
[Mia X]
Do what you gotta do boy
[Mo B. Dick]
Do what you gotta do girl
[Mia X]
Thinkin about you boy
[Mo B. Dick]
Thinkin about you girl
[Mia X]
Thinkin about you
[Mo B. Dick]
I'm thinkin about you
I'm thinkin about you girl
[Mia X]
I'm thinkin about you boy
[Mo B. Dick]
So do what you gotta do girl
[Mia X]
So do what you gotta do boy
[Mo B. Dick]
I'm thinkin about you girl
[Mia X]
Thinkin about you boy
[Mo B. Dick]
I'm thinkin about you
[Mia X]
Thinkin about you
Thinkin about you
Woke one morning, tears in my eyes
The feds kicked in the door and caught me and my baby by surprise
He got high, but they didn't find no dope
They said it was conspericy just cause a hater said so
Now we might do time in the penn
But the state dont have a case without witnesses and no evidence
So I guess once again that it's on
But I really wish the haters would just leave us alone
[Mia X]
Thinkin about you boy
[Mo B. Dick]
Thinkin about you girl
[Mia X]
Do what you gotta do boy
[Mo B. Dick]
Do what you gotta do girl
[Mia X]
Thinkin about you boy
[Mo B. Dick]
Thinkin about you girl
[Mia X]
Thinkin about you
[Mo B. Dick]
I'm thinkin about you
[Master P]
My enemies hate me money can't make me
Bitches can't break me the feds can't take me
Give me four or five months and I'm out
It must be love momma put up the house
And the game won't change nigga still the same nigga
Real thangs and little change nigga
But um, I gotta do what I gotta
Even if it take us slangin CD's and narcotics
I gotta little sware when the penetentiary
cause on these streets are heaven or hell
Now picture me balling
I love No Limit like sex and don't plan on falling
[Mo B. Dick]
I'm thinkin about you girl
[Mia X]
I'm thinkin about you boy
[Mo B. Dick]
So do what you gotta do girl
[Mia X]
So do what you gotta do boy
[Mo B. Dick]
I'm thinkin about you girl
[Mia X]
Thinkin about you boy
[Mo B. Dick]
I'm thinkin about you
[Mia X]
Thinkin about you
[Mia X]
Motherf*cking right I'm a take it how it come like a soldier
TRU click TRU bitch go to war for ya
In the kitchen at the stove cooking up the product
Cause fiends love it most when you give it to em rocked up
Chopped up bitches in the game that was talking
But they didn't know hoes got them feds stalking
Playing peekaboo, plotting on the front door
But all the goin find is some ghetto dope
So come on, so would you just let a bitch live
Stack my ends and raise my kids
Ride my benz, flow my ice
Teaching all them ghetto bitches how to live this life
Why yall fools trying to knock this bitch
It's the tank, so you know you can't stop this
Watch this young black family take this whole industry
And run it, thinkin bout you while we done it
[Mia X]
Thinkin about you boy
[Mo B. Dick]
Thinkin about you girl
[Mia X]
Do what you gotta do boy
[Mo B. Dick]
Do what you gotta do girl
[Mia X]
Thinkin about you boy
[Mo B. Dick]
Thinkin about you girl
[Mia X]
Thinkin about you
[Mo B. Dick]
I'm thinkin about you
I'm thinkin about you girl
[Mia X]
I'm thinkin about you boy
[Mo B. Dick]
So do what you gotta do girl
[Mia X]
So do what you gotta do boy
[Mo B. Dick]
I'm thinkin about you girl
[Mia X]
Thinkin about you boy
[Mo B. Dick]
I'm thinkin about you
[Mia X]
Thinkin about you
Thinkin about you
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Soldiers, Riders & G's
[Snoop]
Ha ha ha hagreeting niggas and niggetts
The underground dog is back up in yall one more again for the cause
Breakin all off for my TRU tank dogs
Mystikal, Sillk, and yo P (uuungh)
Lets keep this shit straight G
And do this for all the ridas, soldias and gangstas
Ya heard me
[Master P]
We ridas, we ridas, we ridas
[Snoop and Mystikal]
Nigga lets slide to the side where them gangstas ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
Then lets slide to the side where them soldias ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
Yeah lets slide to the side where them ridas ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
Lets slide to the side where them ridas ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
[Sillk]
Its yo 504 boys blastin one mo
Then we bust and here we go
Then hit the mothaf*ckin flow
Cause I be bringin the pain like two fifty ??
And I blow all couple killas, drug dealas lookin P stupid Mystikal
And we be on these fake mothaf*ckin niggas like it was a corner back
See much time I was lookin for yall niggas and um now we want it back
We stayin strapped wit two two threes
Wit mothaf*ckin g's do everything from OZ's to keys
Blowin weed by da trees
Now all my south to west
Them niggas rowdy
And all them niggas that north to da east
Them niggas get bout it (uuungh)
[Snoop and Mystikal]
Nigga lets slide to the side where them ridas ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
Nigga lets slide to the side where them soldias ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
Nigga lets ride to the side where them ridas ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
[Mystikal]
We f*ck we smoke we bank we blast
When we gona rap with my car car around yo mothaf*ckin
Makin hang yo ass
Bring yo ass got a hundred round to sting yo ass
Oh yeah I got somethin fo yo stanky ass
Snoop f*ckin wit this bitch you can't get mad
Its a big bank thang so we actin bad
Now tell me I'm the shit like I don't know
We represent them niggas out that five o fo
Thug niggas and goodfellas thats why they sell us
Master P the f*ckin ?? so we do what they tell us
I bet you gon just run up ain't nobody gon pop ya
Might be Sillk, thats why they call 'im the shocka
[Snoop and Mystikal]
Nigga lets slide to the side where them ridas ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
Nigga lets slide to the side where them gangtas ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
[Snoop]
One lone lee D P I C
Hangin on the corner wit my hand on my heat
I always keep a roach in my baseball cap
I page P fo a double up
An that nigga ain't even call me back
I strode to the spot where my sack is at
I look up an I see P flaggin me down in a caddillac
I jump in, I kickin in he grinnin then he give me my
Transmitter thang cause I gang bang wit that tech nine
Now take me to the spot where them gangstas at
So I can set up shop an rock my new glock
I'm a ridah if they ain't told ya
I'm a full time gangsta and a No Limit soldiah
D O double gizzy gots ta get busy
From the south to da west we ridahs
Hatas miss me
[Snoop and Mystikal]
Nigga lets ride to the side where them ridas ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
Nigga lest slide to the side wher them gangstas ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
Nigga lets slide to the side where them soldias ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch as nigga
[Master P]
Mercinary soldias, convicts and killas
Drug dealas, thug niggas, now the world gon feel us
I represent a million niggas thats rowdy and bout it
And if you down they'll do whatever niggas screamin and shoutin
It ain't No Limit, no gimmick, from begginin to endin niggas hate
Mystikal
Pass me them thangs an lets get em\
Hit Snoop and lets ridetell Sillk go inside
An if anybody home, then everybody die
Nigga, we don't talk nigga
We do that gangsta walk
An when we ride, its yellow tape an white chalk
[Snoop and Mystikal]
Nigga lets ride to the side where them gangstas ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
Nigga lets slide to the side where them ridas ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
Nigga lets slide to the side where them soldias ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
[Master P]
We ridas nigga
Master P, Sillk the Shocker,Mystikal and Snoop Dogg
Whole mothaf*ckin No Limit troops
We ridas
We ridas
We ridas
Nigga we don't talk we ridas
Ha ha ha hagreeting niggas and niggetts
The underground dog is back up in yall one more again for the cause
Breakin all off for my TRU tank dogs
Mystikal, Sillk, and yo P (uuungh)
Lets keep this shit straight G
And do this for all the ridas, soldias and gangstas
Ya heard me
[Master P]
We ridas, we ridas, we ridas
[Snoop and Mystikal]
Nigga lets slide to the side where them gangstas ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
Then lets slide to the side where them soldias ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
Yeah lets slide to the side where them ridas ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
Lets slide to the side where them ridas ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
[Sillk]
Its yo 504 boys blastin one mo
Then we bust and here we go
Then hit the mothaf*ckin flow
Cause I be bringin the pain like two fifty ??
And I blow all couple killas, drug dealas lookin P stupid Mystikal
And we be on these fake mothaf*ckin niggas like it was a corner back
See much time I was lookin for yall niggas and um now we want it back
We stayin strapped wit two two threes
Wit mothaf*ckin g's do everything from OZ's to keys
Blowin weed by da trees
Now all my south to west
Them niggas rowdy
And all them niggas that north to da east
Them niggas get bout it (uuungh)
[Snoop and Mystikal]
Nigga lets slide to the side where them ridas ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
Nigga lets slide to the side where them soldias ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
Nigga lets ride to the side where them ridas ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
[Mystikal]
We f*ck we smoke we bank we blast
When we gona rap with my car car around yo mothaf*ckin
Makin hang yo ass
Bring yo ass got a hundred round to sting yo ass
Oh yeah I got somethin fo yo stanky ass
Snoop f*ckin wit this bitch you can't get mad
Its a big bank thang so we actin bad
Now tell me I'm the shit like I don't know
We represent them niggas out that five o fo
Thug niggas and goodfellas thats why they sell us
Master P the f*ckin ?? so we do what they tell us
I bet you gon just run up ain't nobody gon pop ya
Might be Sillk, thats why they call 'im the shocka
[Snoop and Mystikal]
Nigga lets slide to the side where them ridas ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
Nigga lets slide to the side where them gangtas ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
[Snoop]
One lone lee D P I C
Hangin on the corner wit my hand on my heat
I always keep a roach in my baseball cap
I page P fo a double up
An that nigga ain't even call me back
I strode to the spot where my sack is at
I look up an I see P flaggin me down in a caddillac
I jump in, I kickin in he grinnin then he give me my
Transmitter thang cause I gang bang wit that tech nine
Now take me to the spot where them gangstas at
So I can set up shop an rock my new glock
I'm a ridah if they ain't told ya
I'm a full time gangsta and a No Limit soldiah
D O double gizzy gots ta get busy
From the south to da west we ridahs
Hatas miss me
[Snoop and Mystikal]
Nigga lets ride to the side where them ridas ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
Nigga lest slide to the side wher them gangstas ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
Nigga lets slide to the side where them soldias ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch as nigga
[Master P]
Mercinary soldias, convicts and killas
Drug dealas, thug niggas, now the world gon feel us
I represent a million niggas thats rowdy and bout it
And if you down they'll do whatever niggas screamin and shoutin
It ain't No Limit, no gimmick, from begginin to endin niggas hate
Mystikal
Pass me them thangs an lets get em\
Hit Snoop and lets ridetell Sillk go inside
An if anybody home, then everybody die
Nigga, we don't talk nigga
We do that gangsta walk
An when we ride, its yellow tape an white chalk
[Snoop and Mystikal]
Nigga lets ride to the side where them gangstas ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
Nigga lets slide to the side where them ridas ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
Nigga lets slide to the side where them soldias ride
Boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
[Master P]
We ridas nigga
Master P, Sillk the Shocker,Mystikal and Snoop Dogg
Whole mothaf*ckin No Limit troops
We ridas
We ridas
We ridas
Nigga we don't talk we ridas
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
The Ghettos Got Me Trapped
you fell into my trap why don't you go ahead and destroy yourselves
you f*cking little monkeys
This Ghetto Got me trapped (Ughhhh)
but I ain't ready yet
[Sons of Funk and Master P]
Lord won't you wash away my pain (this ghetto's got me trapped)
some say life is a crazy game (but I ain't ready yet)(2X)
[Master P]
found me on the street corner hangin' with the big niggas
playin' football in the ghetto we call it flea flicker
and ain't no rules cuz niggas get shot
and every f*ckin' day niggas runnin' from the cops
nigga won't change mama 'til you bury me
but make sure six TRU niggas carry me
but if they miss know (nigga) you a goner
cuz there ain't gone be no family members to mourn ya
I wasted sperm for the ovaries drug dealin' to penetentaries (Ughhh)
Chorus(2X)
[Silkk the Shocker]
its a cold and cruel world sometimes it gets shady
I ain't been the same since my auntie gave birth to a crack baby
wanna know why I'm rowdy I be clutchin' my glock
cuz if I have P and C come over and tell mama young Silkk just got shot
I couldn't even close my eyes and not feel the pain
I could re-open my eyes and realize
all the niggas that lost their lives in this game
I lost alot tryin' learn the facts of life f*ck color nigga we all struggle
with this black or white to all my niggas in penetentaries
I recieved ya'll letters
and I swear to hang in there if things don't get better
now picture this I got Auntie diein' of overdose uncle diein' of aids
realize that I got a little money but there's somethings money can't save
is there a heaven for gangstas is there a heaven period
and based on the fact that things did wrong probably cuz I hang with
too many killers and niggas diein' over wars shits hard where I'm from
that's why I spit it how I live it and I get it how it come
on top of that I had a f*cked up day
to god look couldn't find the words to explain so I'll tell you
tonight when I pray feel my pain
Chorus(3X)
you f*cking little monkeys
This Ghetto Got me trapped (Ughhhh)
but I ain't ready yet
[Sons of Funk and Master P]
Lord won't you wash away my pain (this ghetto's got me trapped)
some say life is a crazy game (but I ain't ready yet)(2X)
[Master P]
found me on the street corner hangin' with the big niggas
playin' football in the ghetto we call it flea flicker
and ain't no rules cuz niggas get shot
and every f*ckin' day niggas runnin' from the cops
nigga won't change mama 'til you bury me
but make sure six TRU niggas carry me
but if they miss know (nigga) you a goner
cuz there ain't gone be no family members to mourn ya
I wasted sperm for the ovaries drug dealin' to penetentaries (Ughhh)
Chorus(2X)
[Silkk the Shocker]
its a cold and cruel world sometimes it gets shady
I ain't been the same since my auntie gave birth to a crack baby
wanna know why I'm rowdy I be clutchin' my glock
cuz if I have P and C come over and tell mama young Silkk just got shot
I couldn't even close my eyes and not feel the pain
I could re-open my eyes and realize
all the niggas that lost their lives in this game
I lost alot tryin' learn the facts of life f*ck color nigga we all struggle
with this black or white to all my niggas in penetentaries
I recieved ya'll letters
and I swear to hang in there if things don't get better
now picture this I got Auntie diein' of overdose uncle diein' of aids
realize that I got a little money but there's somethings money can't save
is there a heaven for gangstas is there a heaven period
and based on the fact that things did wrong probably cuz I hang with
too many killers and niggas diein' over wars shits hard where I'm from
that's why I spit it how I live it and I get it how it come
on top of that I had a f*cked up day
to god look couldn't find the words to explain so I'll tell you
tonight when I pray feel my pain
Chorus(3X)
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Get Your Paper
[Master P:] Ughhh! Ha ha!
[E-40:] Oooo! Huh? P what's up boy?
[MP:] What's up 40 boy?
[E-40:] Talk to me weepilation.
[MP:] Dey don't know we been doin' dis.
[E-40:] Last Deezy, Last Don.
[MP:] Bay Area playa nigga.
[E-40:] This E-Feezy Fonzareezy, your weepilation up out the Yea Area all day
er'ytime. Like dis here. Element of
Surprise. Da Last Don, Charlie Hustle. Check it out.
[E-40:]
Let it be writ and said, done and published
That on the sixth month of June 1998
E-40 Fonzarellie AKA 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 N'Orleans
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]
[E-40:]
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
[Mater P:]
Ughhh! Ball wit da real, hang wit da G's
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]
[E-40:]
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 thats what I'm about
[Master P:]
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]
[Ad-libs until end]
[E-40:] Oooo! Huh? P what's up boy?
[MP:] What's up 40 boy?
[E-40:] Talk to me weepilation.
[MP:] Dey don't know we been doin' dis.
[E-40:] Last Deezy, Last Don.
[MP:] Bay Area playa nigga.
[E-40:] This E-Feezy Fonzareezy, your weepilation up out the Yea Area all day
er'ytime. Like dis here. Element of
Surprise. Da Last Don, Charlie Hustle. Check it out.
[E-40:]
Let it be writ and said, done and published
That on the sixth month of June 1998
E-40 Fonzarellie AKA 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 N'Orleans
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]
[E-40:]
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
[Mater P:]
Ughhh! Ball wit da real, hang wit da G's
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]
[E-40:]
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 thats what I'm about
[Master P:]
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]
[Ad-libs until end]
Writer: EARL T. STEVENS, PERCY MILLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Ride
Picture this nigga me a ghetto millionaire
and all my f*cking enemies evaporated (evaporated)
only the real can feel me (only the real)
Let's ride this one's for the killers and dealers
still bout it bout it nigga now the world gone feel it [x3]
stomach pains in the ghetto and I'm starving
but picture me a third ward nigga ballin'
a house on the lake and one on the hill
imagine in a ferrari worth millions in dollar bills
if the game won't change me these niggas won't tame me
this bitches won't bring me and everybody blame me
niggas gettin' paid started from the streets
if a nigga don't hustle then mama don't eat
I live my life with some thugs I run with killers and G's
tech-nine and Oz's gone off hennessy and weed
[Chorus x2]
I'm asking ya'll a question who makes these white laws
and all the taxes I pay why don't the government protect superstars
they couldn't save Biggie and what about Tupac
my little brother C-Murder went to jail with AP-9 and two glocks
this ghetto got me trapped these fiends drivin' me crazy
I'm duckin' dodgin' the police penetetionary and daisy
protected by soldiers live my life smokin'
the ghetto bottles are broken and cast popped open
nobody want to die young but everybody gotta go
so pass me the stress release cuz even Bill Cliton smoke
[Chorus x3]
nigga we riders (riders) for every f*cking one of us they take
we takin' a hundred of them
we gonna make some motherf*ckin' statements too now
but you know what that we mortalizin' together and comin' together
and we diein' together it ain't no game niggas soliders black power
'til death do us part nigga for every nigga they take we gone make 100 more
to multiply ya'll niggas multiply niggas like gremlins nigga
Warden make millions (nigga we don't make dope they make dope)
if all ya'll niggas talkin' to the feds tryin' to get a nigga locked up
then ya'll know a nigga that changed his whole attitude
changed his whole motherf*ckin' game nigga we too motherf*ckin' legit to quit
so ya'll read about that and ya'll motherf*ckin' media
that want a nigga to war this rap wars and shit niggas don't kill niggas
the media kills niggas I feel your pain Suge Knight nigga Death Row Records
No Limit motherf*ckin' records (could be anyone of us) niggas unite
They don't want niggas to make it out of the ghetto
take chances and opportunites to all ya'll f*cking niggas out there
livin' like guppies ya'll know No Limit niggas we wet gyuppies up
(wet'em up) ya'll remember that this is from the motherf*cking last dizon
now this is for all my No Limit soldiers from the south to the west
to the east to the motherf*ckin' north let's ride niggas
real niggas don't die we multiply nigga gotta pack some heat cuz
that's the only way he gone protect himself I don't give a f*ck if I
just got off parole nigga I'm gonna protect me and mines nigga
you protect you and yours
and all my f*cking enemies evaporated (evaporated)
only the real can feel me (only the real)
Let's ride this one's for the killers and dealers
still bout it bout it nigga now the world gone feel it [x3]
stomach pains in the ghetto and I'm starving
but picture me a third ward nigga ballin'
a house on the lake and one on the hill
imagine in a ferrari worth millions in dollar bills
if the game won't change me these niggas won't tame me
this bitches won't bring me and everybody blame me
niggas gettin' paid started from the streets
if a nigga don't hustle then mama don't eat
I live my life with some thugs I run with killers and G's
tech-nine and Oz's gone off hennessy and weed
[Chorus x2]
I'm asking ya'll a question who makes these white laws
and all the taxes I pay why don't the government protect superstars
they couldn't save Biggie and what about Tupac
my little brother C-Murder went to jail with AP-9 and two glocks
this ghetto got me trapped these fiends drivin' me crazy
I'm duckin' dodgin' the police penetetionary and daisy
protected by soldiers live my life smokin'
the ghetto bottles are broken and cast popped open
nobody want to die young but everybody gotta go
so pass me the stress release cuz even Bill Cliton smoke
[Chorus x3]
nigga we riders (riders) for every f*cking one of us they take
we takin' a hundred of them
we gonna make some motherf*ckin' statements too now
but you know what that we mortalizin' together and comin' together
and we diein' together it ain't no game niggas soliders black power
'til death do us part nigga for every nigga they take we gone make 100 more
to multiply ya'll niggas multiply niggas like gremlins nigga
Warden make millions (nigga we don't make dope they make dope)
if all ya'll niggas talkin' to the feds tryin' to get a nigga locked up
then ya'll know a nigga that changed his whole attitude
changed his whole motherf*ckin' game nigga we too motherf*ckin' legit to quit
so ya'll read about that and ya'll motherf*ckin' media
that want a nigga to war this rap wars and shit niggas don't kill niggas
the media kills niggas I feel your pain Suge Knight nigga Death Row Records
No Limit motherf*ckin' records (could be anyone of us) niggas unite
They don't want niggas to make it out of the ghetto
take chances and opportunites to all ya'll f*cking niggas out there
livin' like guppies ya'll know No Limit niggas we wet gyuppies up
(wet'em up) ya'll remember that this is from the motherf*cking last dizon
now this is for all my No Limit soldiers from the south to the west
to the east to the motherf*ckin' north let's ride niggas
real niggas don't die we multiply nigga gotta pack some heat cuz
that's the only way he gone protect himself I don't give a f*ck if I
just got off parole nigga I'm gonna protect me and mines nigga
you protect you and yours
Writer: JEROLD ELLIS, DENZIL FOSTER, ANTHONY DOUGLAS GILMOUR, GARRICK HUSBANDS, JAY A KING, THOMAS MCELROY, THOMAS DERRICK MC ELROY
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Thug Girl
[Master P]
Yo Snoop, you and Silkk remember that shit called dumb girl?
Well check this shit out, I got one called thug girl.
Ha ha ha ha
I'm looking for a thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at
I'm looking for a thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at
Where they at
I heard you jocking Master P cause he got a Mercedes
And you want to be his lady and probably have his baby
You just want to ride and get inside
So y'all can roll around town like Bonnie and Clyde
But we don't trip we just pack that heat
How many thug nigga bitches want to ride with me
Thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at
I'm looking for a thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at
[Snoop Dogg]
Hey yo P, trip, these hollywood hoes is cute
But they braids is ?????, I don't know
I'd rather f*ck with a thug girl
Cause they're minus some steady, so here we go
I had one named Valore she owned a clothes store
And she wanted to roll with a nigga like me on tour
I said look here girl, are you so sure
And she said Doggy Dogg, there's nothing I want more
Your the best thing I ever had
I want to love you forever and make you my babies dad
I ain't mad but I ain't glad
Besides, I rise a bitch and I can't be had
She wanted to take the ring off my finger
So I slapped the bitch up like we was on Jerry Springer
I had to teach her cause she loved to tangle
Don't you know that thug girls love gangbangers
I'm looking for a thug girl
[Master P]
I'm looking for a thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at
I'm looking for a thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at
I'm looking for a thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at
[Silkk The Shocker]
They wish they knew why a girl like you
Would do all the things that you do
But they should understand that you our biggest fan
And you don't want to sweat, you want to thug for a man
Now every nigga need a thug girl and miss your mine
I wrote this rhyme just for your kind
Now you the flyest girl up in the whole place
Cause you walk around with that thug look on your face
Now since I'm a thug I keeps it cocked back
Ain't no love I'm a thug nigga and real thug girls jock that
[Master P]
Thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at
I'm looking for a thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
A down south thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
A west coast thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
An east coast thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
A midwest thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
I'm looking for a thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Yo Snoop, you and Silkk remember that shit called dumb girl?
Well check this shit out, I got one called thug girl.
Ha ha ha ha
I'm looking for a thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at
I'm looking for a thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at
Where they at
I heard you jocking Master P cause he got a Mercedes
And you want to be his lady and probably have his baby
You just want to ride and get inside
So y'all can roll around town like Bonnie and Clyde
But we don't trip we just pack that heat
How many thug nigga bitches want to ride with me
Thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at
I'm looking for a thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at
[Snoop Dogg]
Hey yo P, trip, these hollywood hoes is cute
But they braids is ?????, I don't know
I'd rather f*ck with a thug girl
Cause they're minus some steady, so here we go
I had one named Valore she owned a clothes store
And she wanted to roll with a nigga like me on tour
I said look here girl, are you so sure
And she said Doggy Dogg, there's nothing I want more
Your the best thing I ever had
I want to love you forever and make you my babies dad
I ain't mad but I ain't glad
Besides, I rise a bitch and I can't be had
She wanted to take the ring off my finger
So I slapped the bitch up like we was on Jerry Springer
I had to teach her cause she loved to tangle
Don't you know that thug girls love gangbangers
I'm looking for a thug girl
[Master P]
I'm looking for a thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at
I'm looking for a thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at
I'm looking for a thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at
[Silkk The Shocker]
They wish they knew why a girl like you
Would do all the things that you do
But they should understand that you our biggest fan
And you don't want to sweat, you want to thug for a man
Now every nigga need a thug girl and miss your mine
I wrote this rhyme just for your kind
Now you the flyest girl up in the whole place
Cause you walk around with that thug look on your face
Now since I'm a thug I keeps it cocked back
Ain't no love I'm a thug nigga and real thug girls jock that
[Master P]
Thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at
I'm looking for a thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
A down south thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
A west coast thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
An east coast thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
A midwest thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
I'm looking for a thug girl
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Writer: Andre Young, Michael Elizondo, Calvin Broadus, Nathaniel Hale, Percy Miller, Danny Elliott Means, Keiwan Dashawn Spillman, Tracey Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
These Streets Keep Me Rollin
[x4]
These streets keep me rollin'
Can't stop cause these presidents I'm holdin'
You see I'm a killer by heart
A G by nature
You see these ho's a love you
And these niggas a hate you
When you young and ballin'
I mean broke and fallin'
I said sleeping and crawlin'
That's when the Devil be callin'
They want to take all your change
T-shirts and khakis
These ho's a love me
Or send some niggas to jack me
The game done change
It's not the same
Da Last Don be my name
'Cause I'm tru to da game
I mean a bird in the bush can't touch one in the hand
Out in the streets be lying in a can
I done change and they watch me
The fedz can't stop me
It'll take millions to box me
But the ghetto you got me
[x4]
What's the purpose of being the baddest
When some haters a kill for your status
For a taste of lavish
Or follow you home for the cabbage
But look here we savages
Survivors and Soldiers
F*ck with one of us we get in ya vains like embolia
On his casket lies a magnolia
Flower for peace
Sun lying in the faces of his newphew and niece
I'm the beast
You know me FIEND the glock carrier
F*ck with anything of mind I'll have ya pops bury ya
Guns with the sound barrier
Livin' for no tomorrow
Show me the dirty cargo
And f*ck your family morrows
Boy souls I'm quick to borrow
Gettin' sisters and brothers to
I got something to kill you and a thought of another you
Just another number to
The murder rate in my city
One week all kids born with no pitty
Shitty ain't it
How it's painted
Realness through my eyes
Just shit we deal with livin these tru lies
[x8]
These streets keep me rollin'
Can't stop cause these presidents I'm holdin'
You see I'm a killer by heart
A G by nature
You see these ho's a love you
And these niggas a hate you
When you young and ballin'
I mean broke and fallin'
I said sleeping and crawlin'
That's when the Devil be callin'
They want to take all your change
T-shirts and khakis
These ho's a love me
Or send some niggas to jack me
The game done change
It's not the same
Da Last Don be my name
'Cause I'm tru to da game
I mean a bird in the bush can't touch one in the hand
Out in the streets be lying in a can
I done change and they watch me
The fedz can't stop me
It'll take millions to box me
But the ghetto you got me
[x4]
What's the purpose of being the baddest
When some haters a kill for your status
For a taste of lavish
Or follow you home for the cabbage
But look here we savages
Survivors and Soldiers
F*ck with one of us we get in ya vains like embolia
On his casket lies a magnolia
Flower for peace
Sun lying in the faces of his newphew and niece
I'm the beast
You know me FIEND the glock carrier
F*ck with anything of mind I'll have ya pops bury ya
Guns with the sound barrier
Livin' for no tomorrow
Show me the dirty cargo
And f*ck your family morrows
Boy souls I'm quick to borrow
Gettin' sisters and brothers to
I got something to kill you and a thought of another you
Just another number to
The murder rate in my city
One week all kids born with no pitty
Shitty ain't it
How it's painted
Realness through my eyes
Just shit we deal with livin these tru lies
[x8]
Writer: RICHARD ANTHONY JONES
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Black And White
[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 or point the finger 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 f*ck
Thay allowed to carry guns
Can't never be convicted
Who that law f*ck?
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
[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 or point the finger 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 f*ck
Thay allowed to carry guns
Can't never be convicted
Who that law f*ck?
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
Writer: Ned Doheny, James Stuart, Craig Brazille, Percy (master P) Miller, Vyshon Pka Miller, Richard Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Ultra Tunes, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Ultra Tunes, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
War Wounds
[Master P]
Every soldier got a story to tell
[Fiend]
I done been through it all
Don't ask the way I shoot cuz I done shot (uggh)
Put a tank on my block
Fiend gone get the scene hot
Greens and rocks
Burnin' flesh
Have you ever smelled nigga?
Been tapped up, ready to die from mail niggas
Straight goin' to hell
But livin' the dirty, dirty
Havin' yah mama worry
That (?)
Tired of being blast at, but didn't cast that
I done asked for my life, and right there was laughed at
But when I backtracked, (?)
Blast back
Told 'em to cast that, take these rounds and add that
But fact is you don't f*ckin' choose yo' wars
Or be like me muthaf*cka and do it with two guns
[Chorus x3: Master P]
Check my war wounds (uggggh)
My war wounds (ugggh)
Every soldier got a story to tell
[Master P]
My adversarys get popped
Got me runnin' from cops
The ghetto life be a dime
Got me carryin' two glocks
My enemies is bad
Chop limes of grass
Drive-bys and rags
And representin' red and blue flags
See I got fools from the ghetto
Like my cousin' Jimmy wear permanent metals
My evidence is satus with hoes
Bloody Polos
Pullin' in car do's
And cut up Jabos
[Chorus x2: Master P]
[Silkk the Shocker]
I'm down tah blast for my homies
And cash for my homies
Even if I'm old G I'll be down to ride and die
If the hood call me
That's why I be hustin' every day
Could you imagine me with no stash?
Like a bank with no cash
Tryna' drive a car with no gas
And f*ck one day with no tag?
Shotgun with no class
Window with no glass
Or all you girls with no ass
See I'm a risky rider
Caliope crawler
A Down South Hustla
Plus a head buster from New Orleans
See I gotta be a paid nigga
A made nigga
Be the nigga to bust yo' shit
And the nigga tah be the grave digga
See my tattoos reveal some of the shit I done did
But the move of other niggas that bout it
Feel the shit I do just tah live
See I been scared, popped at, and shot at
But I live an eye for eye
So the enemies I ain't forgot that
[Chorus x2: Master P]
[Mystikal]
It's real, shit's real check my war wounds
This here real life, ain't no f*ckin' cartoons
I'm the Saudi Arabian death killin' veteran on the tube
Either me or you right here
Come back and hang out in my room
I done shot my rifle, trained to kill
Got blood on my fatiques
Once you in ain't no turnin' back
Lay yo' ass over seas
Might as well handle your business
There's no overcome to this shit
Be on yo' Ps and Qs nigga
Don't cry like no bitch
You see a weak nigga, that's a beat nigga
And f*ck a stead nigga, that's a dead nigga
Tell my mama not to worry bout me why I'm gone
If I die bitch, box me up and ship me back home
Bury me in the N.O. with my stripes on my chest
Tell them muthaf*ckas that I did my best
Middle finga pointin' sayin' f*ck Iraq
If you don't believe me check my combat pack
[Chorus x3: Master P]
[Snoop Dogg]
I got a muthaf*ckin' story to tell
Nigga, nigga what?
A muthaf*ckin' story to tell (What?)
Fool, I got a muthaf*ckin' story tah tell
And every nigga in the jail cell knows it well
I shank niggas, bank niggas
Do mo' fo' show
Seven cluckas, fake dough
Stayin' way cut throat
I hang out, slang out, at hotel rooms
Up all night gettin' in gun fights
I strike my head on the wall
Seven Eight ward
Eastside, rollin' dubs
Call me big Snoop Dogg
Follow me, and you'll see how Gs move
It's written on my face
I takes my war wounds
Been around drama since me and my mama
Use to listen to oldies
That's why I'm so old G
Look, when half of you niggas couldn't come outside
When ya'll was learnin how tah sing
I was learnin' how tah bang and ride
Fo' sho' bro, I told yah
Im'a gangsta soulja, blowin' doja
What a story tah tell...
Every soldier got a story to tell
[Fiend]
I done been through it all
Don't ask the way I shoot cuz I done shot (uggh)
Put a tank on my block
Fiend gone get the scene hot
Greens and rocks
Burnin' flesh
Have you ever smelled nigga?
Been tapped up, ready to die from mail niggas
Straight goin' to hell
But livin' the dirty, dirty
Havin' yah mama worry
That (?)
Tired of being blast at, but didn't cast that
I done asked for my life, and right there was laughed at
But when I backtracked, (?)
Blast back
Told 'em to cast that, take these rounds and add that
But fact is you don't f*ckin' choose yo' wars
Or be like me muthaf*cka and do it with two guns
[Chorus x3: Master P]
Check my war wounds (uggggh)
My war wounds (ugggh)
Every soldier got a story to tell
[Master P]
My adversarys get popped
Got me runnin' from cops
The ghetto life be a dime
Got me carryin' two glocks
My enemies is bad
Chop limes of grass
Drive-bys and rags
And representin' red and blue flags
See I got fools from the ghetto
Like my cousin' Jimmy wear permanent metals
My evidence is satus with hoes
Bloody Polos
Pullin' in car do's
And cut up Jabos
[Chorus x2: Master P]
[Silkk the Shocker]
I'm down tah blast for my homies
And cash for my homies
Even if I'm old G I'll be down to ride and die
If the hood call me
That's why I be hustin' every day
Could you imagine me with no stash?
Like a bank with no cash
Tryna' drive a car with no gas
And f*ck one day with no tag?
Shotgun with no class
Window with no glass
Or all you girls with no ass
See I'm a risky rider
Caliope crawler
A Down South Hustla
Plus a head buster from New Orleans
See I gotta be a paid nigga
A made nigga
Be the nigga to bust yo' shit
And the nigga tah be the grave digga
See my tattoos reveal some of the shit I done did
But the move of other niggas that bout it
Feel the shit I do just tah live
See I been scared, popped at, and shot at
But I live an eye for eye
So the enemies I ain't forgot that
[Chorus x2: Master P]
[Mystikal]
It's real, shit's real check my war wounds
This here real life, ain't no f*ckin' cartoons
I'm the Saudi Arabian death killin' veteran on the tube
Either me or you right here
Come back and hang out in my room
I done shot my rifle, trained to kill
Got blood on my fatiques
Once you in ain't no turnin' back
Lay yo' ass over seas
Might as well handle your business
There's no overcome to this shit
Be on yo' Ps and Qs nigga
Don't cry like no bitch
You see a weak nigga, that's a beat nigga
And f*ck a stead nigga, that's a dead nigga
Tell my mama not to worry bout me why I'm gone
If I die bitch, box me up and ship me back home
Bury me in the N.O. with my stripes on my chest
Tell them muthaf*ckas that I did my best
Middle finga pointin' sayin' f*ck Iraq
If you don't believe me check my combat pack
[Chorus x3: Master P]
[Snoop Dogg]
I got a muthaf*ckin' story to tell
Nigga, nigga what?
A muthaf*ckin' story to tell (What?)
Fool, I got a muthaf*ckin' story tah tell
And every nigga in the jail cell knows it well
I shank niggas, bank niggas
Do mo' fo' show
Seven cluckas, fake dough
Stayin' way cut throat
I hang out, slang out, at hotel rooms
Up all night gettin' in gun fights
I strike my head on the wall
Seven Eight ward
Eastside, rollin' dubs
Call me big Snoop Dogg
Follow me, and you'll see how Gs move
It's written on my face
I takes my war wounds
Been around drama since me and my mama
Use to listen to oldies
That's why I'm so old G
Look, when half of you niggas couldn't come outside
When ya'll was learnin how tah sing
I was learnin' how tah bang and ride
Fo' sho' bro, I told yah
Im'a gangsta soulja, blowin' doja
What a story tah tell...
Writer: CRAIG BAZILE, C. BROADUS, R. JONES, V. MILLER, P. MILLER, M. TYLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
Dear Mr. President
[Master P]
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 f*ck cause niggas down here bout it bout it
One nation in god we trust
But then you say Saddam ain't gon f*ck 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
[chorus]
Dear mr. president (mr.president)
My letter to the president, the president
[x2]
[Mac]
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
[Chorus: repeat four time]
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 f*ck cause niggas down here bout it bout it
One nation in god we trust
But then you say Saddam ain't gon f*ck 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
[chorus]
Dear mr. president (mr.president)
My letter to the president, the president
[x2]
[Mac]
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
[Chorus: repeat four time]
Writer: O'DELL VICKERS, P. MILLER, M. PHIPPS
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
Mama Raised Me
[Chorus: Master P]
Daddy wasn't home so mama raised me
I'ma thug but still mama bathed me [x4]
[Verse 1: Master P]
I live my life as a thug, roll wit' some killas
Slang crack to some dope fiends, ride wit' some drug dealers
Find me in 3rd ward pullin' all nightas
Keep a tech 9 cocked for any nigga that don't like me
Throw up your soldier rags if you rowdy
I represent a million muthaf*ckas thats 'bout it
Mama couldn't control my destiny as a street thug
Find me in the Range Rover buyin, sellin street drugs
Even though, this ghetto got me crazy
Everytime I go to jail mama get me out cause I'm her baby
[CHORUS x2]
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
I'ma gangsta, located in the alleys and Cali
Shoot dice wit' killas and smoke wit' the dealers
You can't tell me shit 'bout these streets homey
I don' seen it and done it and lived the real from the phony
Out for this money, homies maintain they composure
Since kids on the streets sellin' dope by the police
Now I'ma a soldier muthaf*cka for the chips
When I dips the trips, GP straight for DP
But the scripts how mama raised me
Pops wasn't home, left us all alone
Wasn't no thang, cause my mama had game
She showed me everythang except how to be a man
I understand, for all the streets and the jail time I caught
The pain I brought, that wasn't what you taught
It's probably pops fault how I ended up
Gangbangin', crack slangin', not given' a f*ck
Two strikes in my life, a nigga fed up
Mama said don't let up, and baby boy keep your head up
[CHORUS x2]
[Verse 3: Soulja Slim]
Now picture me a ghetto child, runnin' wild
Maybe if you emphasize, niggas supposed to pick us
The world wouldn't be like it is now
I made moms proud, when you mention me she smile
If feels good buyin' moms a car and a house
And my pops been locked up for ten years
Life was a struggle moms shed so many tears
That's why baby ain't got nothin' that I love so much
The only one can hurt my feelings, when she fuss
Momma I love you cause you brought me hear
But niggas startin' to hate and it's gettin' dark in here
But I remember what you told me, and what ya' showed me
Take it slowly
[CHORUS x4]
Daddy wasn't home so mama raised me
I'ma thug but still mama bathed me [x4]
[Verse 1: Master P]
I live my life as a thug, roll wit' some killas
Slang crack to some dope fiends, ride wit' some drug dealers
Find me in 3rd ward pullin' all nightas
Keep a tech 9 cocked for any nigga that don't like me
Throw up your soldier rags if you rowdy
I represent a million muthaf*ckas thats 'bout it
Mama couldn't control my destiny as a street thug
Find me in the Range Rover buyin, sellin street drugs
Even though, this ghetto got me crazy
Everytime I go to jail mama get me out cause I'm her baby
[CHORUS x2]
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
I'ma gangsta, located in the alleys and Cali
Shoot dice wit' killas and smoke wit' the dealers
You can't tell me shit 'bout these streets homey
I don' seen it and done it and lived the real from the phony
Out for this money, homies maintain they composure
Since kids on the streets sellin' dope by the police
Now I'ma a soldier muthaf*cka for the chips
When I dips the trips, GP straight for DP
But the scripts how mama raised me
Pops wasn't home, left us all alone
Wasn't no thang, cause my mama had game
She showed me everythang except how to be a man
I understand, for all the streets and the jail time I caught
The pain I brought, that wasn't what you taught
It's probably pops fault how I ended up
Gangbangin', crack slangin', not given' a f*ck
Two strikes in my life, a nigga fed up
Mama said don't let up, and baby boy keep your head up
[CHORUS x2]
[Verse 3: Soulja Slim]
Now picture me a ghetto child, runnin' wild
Maybe if you emphasize, niggas supposed to pick us
The world wouldn't be like it is now
I made moms proud, when you mention me she smile
If feels good buyin' moms a car and a house
And my pops been locked up for ten years
Life was a struggle moms shed so many tears
That's why baby ain't got nothin' that I love so much
The only one can hurt my feelings, when she fuss
Momma I love you cause you brought me hear
But niggas startin' to hate and it's gettin' dark in here
But I remember what you told me, and what ya' showed me
Take it slowly
[CHORUS x4]
Writer: CALVIN BROADUS, DARYL ANDERSON, JAMES TAPP, PERCY MILLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Let My 9 Get Em
[Master P]
Where they at nigga? (There they is right there)
Pass me them thangs
[Chorus x3]
Lay it down
Lay it down hit 'em
I ain't talkin' to no fool, bout tah let my 9 get 'em
Uhh!
[Verse 1]
I be bustin' them locs
I be slangin' the dope
I be runnin' from coke
I be bustin' in dos
I be kickin' clown niggas talkin' shit with my business
Eighteen rounds, six five
P's murdah shit
I got the game
Never ball, never cheat, never fall
Put my name on the wall, cuz I'm big balled
Big brained, and big boulder
Big bustah, big hustla
Ain't trustin' no nigga or no bitch, or you busted
Uhh!
[Chorus]
Lay it down
Lay it down nigga hit 'em
I ain't talkin' to no bitch, bout tah let my 9 get 'em
Uhh! (Ugggh)
Lay it down
Lay it down hit 'em
I ain't talkin' to no trick, bout tah let my 9 get 'em
[Verse 2]
Click click go boom
Nigga lay it down
I ain't f*ckin' with no bitch ass niggas, or no clown niggas
Or no hoes that's talkin' the game
I got too much to do
I been slangin' cane
In the back, sixty-five for a burg nigga
Roll up on the curb
Sh..duck or you served
I be lucky, niggas steady bustin'
No Limit niggas ain't f*ckin' with ya'll bustas
No bustas got game nigga, change nigga
F*ckin' the game nigga
Ya'll niggas that came nigga
I say that I'm servin' 'em
Dumb niggas ain't heard of me
Bust 'em up, I'm bustin' yah
Uhhh yah..I'm servin' yah
I got the game choppin'
Niggas started droppin'
Ask any nigga how we bout it bout it
You stop and know
No, just retire for a minute
Nigga think it's over, but it's only the beginnin'
[Chorus]
Lay it down
Lay it down
Lay it down nigga (ugggh)
I ain't f*ckin' with no tricks, yah get clowned nigga
Lay it down
Lay it down let's hit 'em
I ain't bout no f*ckin' talk, and let my 9 get 'em
[Verse 3]
Kicked in a crackhouse
Got me a pile of that key
Lay it down young niggas
Now they workin' for me
I got hoes on the pay roll jerkin' it
I got niggas in the project workin' it
But the time don't tick, because the bitch don't flick
So when a nigga get rich
That's when them hoes talk shit
They wanna put yah down on the tee
Young niggas from the South, to the East, to the Mefamines
New Orleans so they workin' it
[Chorus]
Lay it down
Lay it down
Lay it down
Lay it down hit 'em
I ain't bout no f*ckin' talkin', let my 9 f*ckin' get 'em
Uhh!
Lay it down
Lay it down
Lay it down hit 'em
I ain't talkin' to no bitch, bout tah let my 9 get 'em
Uhh!
Lay it down
Lay it down hit 'em
I ain't talkin' nigga, let my 9 get 'em
[Master P]
No Limit Soldiers don't talk nigga
Let that muthaf*ckin' 9 get 'em
F*ck rappin' bout it
Where they at nigga? (There they is right there)
Pass me them thangs
[Chorus x3]
Lay it down
Lay it down hit 'em
I ain't talkin' to no fool, bout tah let my 9 get 'em
Uhh!
[Verse 1]
I be bustin' them locs
I be slangin' the dope
I be runnin' from coke
I be bustin' in dos
I be kickin' clown niggas talkin' shit with my business
Eighteen rounds, six five
P's murdah shit
I got the game
Never ball, never cheat, never fall
Put my name on the wall, cuz I'm big balled
Big brained, and big boulder
Big bustah, big hustla
Ain't trustin' no nigga or no bitch, or you busted
Uhh!
[Chorus]
Lay it down
Lay it down nigga hit 'em
I ain't talkin' to no bitch, bout tah let my 9 get 'em
Uhh! (Ugggh)
Lay it down
Lay it down hit 'em
I ain't talkin' to no trick, bout tah let my 9 get 'em
[Verse 2]
Click click go boom
Nigga lay it down
I ain't f*ckin' with no bitch ass niggas, or no clown niggas
Or no hoes that's talkin' the game
I got too much to do
I been slangin' cane
In the back, sixty-five for a burg nigga
Roll up on the curb
Sh..duck or you served
I be lucky, niggas steady bustin'
No Limit niggas ain't f*ckin' with ya'll bustas
No bustas got game nigga, change nigga
F*ckin' the game nigga
Ya'll niggas that came nigga
I say that I'm servin' 'em
Dumb niggas ain't heard of me
Bust 'em up, I'm bustin' yah
Uhhh yah..I'm servin' yah
I got the game choppin'
Niggas started droppin'
Ask any nigga how we bout it bout it
You stop and know
No, just retire for a minute
Nigga think it's over, but it's only the beginnin'
[Chorus]
Lay it down
Lay it down
Lay it down nigga (ugggh)
I ain't f*ckin' with no tricks, yah get clowned nigga
Lay it down
Lay it down let's hit 'em
I ain't bout no f*ckin' talk, and let my 9 get 'em
[Verse 3]
Kicked in a crackhouse
Got me a pile of that key
Lay it down young niggas
Now they workin' for me
I got hoes on the pay roll jerkin' it
I got niggas in the project workin' it
But the time don't tick, because the bitch don't flick
So when a nigga get rich
That's when them hoes talk shit
They wanna put yah down on the tee
Young niggas from the South, to the East, to the Mefamines
New Orleans so they workin' it
[Chorus]
Lay it down
Lay it down
Lay it down
Lay it down hit 'em
I ain't bout no f*ckin' talkin', let my 9 f*ckin' get 'em
Uhh!
Lay it down
Lay it down
Lay it down hit 'em
I ain't talkin' to no bitch, bout tah let my 9 get 'em
Uhh!
Lay it down
Lay it down hit 'em
I ain't talkin' nigga, let my 9 get 'em
[Master P]
No Limit Soldiers don't talk nigga
Let that muthaf*ckin' 9 get 'em
F*ck rappin' bout it
Writer: CRAIG STEPHEN LAWSON, N WRITER UNKNOWN, AUTHOR UNKNOWN COMPOSER, CRAIG LAWSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
MP Da Last Don is the seventh studio album by American rapper Master P. It was released by No Limit Records, Priority Records and EMI. It originally debuted at number 112 on the Billboard Top 200 chart as several stores sold the album before its official release, but then it peaked at number one on the Billboard Top 200 chart, selling 495,000 copies in the first official week. It gained mixed reviews.
It was also released about the same time as the straight-to-video short film, MP Da Last Don. It was promoted as his final studio album, although Master P returned to solo recording with Only God Can Judge Me in 1999. The album was certified 4× Platinum by the RIAA with over four million copies sold, making it the best-selling album of Master P's career. It features guest appearances by Bone Thugs-n-Harmony, E-40, Silkk the Shocker, UGK, Snoop Dogg and Soulja Slim.
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Master PIt was also released about the same time as the straight-to-video short film, MP Da Last Don. It was promoted as his final studio album, although Master P returned to solo recording with Only God Can Judge Me in 1999. The album was certified 4× Platinum by the RIAA with over four million copies sold, making it the best-selling album of Master P's career. It features guest appearances by Bone Thugs-n-Harmony, E-40, Silkk the Shocker, UGK, Snoop Dogg and Soulja Slim.
Genre(s): Gangsta rap
Length: 106:06
Released: June 2nd, 1998
Year: 1998