Greatest Hitz [Circuit City Exclusive]

(phone dialing phone ringing)
No Limit Studios. What's up?
Who dis is? Who dis is?
Nigga this Rappin 4 tay. Who is this?
Uh dis P!
P?
Yeah this P!
P?
Yeah!
Well P lemme hear ya say "Ungh!"
(voice cracking) Ungh!
Nigga this ain't no muthafuckin P!
Man hang the phone up.
Chorus: Make em say "Ungh!" (Ungh!)
N nah n nah! (n nah n nah!)
[Master P]
Nigga, I'm the colonel of the muthafuckin tank
Ya'll after big thangs, we after big banks
3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in combats
My comrades is dealas and killas with TRU tats
Never gave a fuck bout no hoes or no riches
And niggas come short, I'm diggin ditches
M.P. pullin stripes, commander-in-chief
And fools run up wrong
Nigga, I'm knockin out some teeth
I'm down here slangin, rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid of all you hatas and you bustas
Steppin on toes, brakin niggas nose
In the projects, nigga, anything goes
Breakin fools off cause I'm a No Limit soldier
At ease, and salute this pass me the dolja
Chorus (3X)
[Fiend]
Fiend exercising his right of exorcism
Bustin out the expedition, fully choppin hatas
Business til about the size of prisons, our mission
They heard we scary, No Limit mercenary
No tellin how bad it get, because the worse will vary
I heard you make em worry, that this for the loot
They intimidated by the rounds that the tank shoot
Tank dawgs salute!
Every robbery we score, cause they know
Everything Fiend know, mean mo money mo
Little Fiend still want the greens
The cornbread and the cabbage
In your hood remindin you bitches of who the baddest
Definitely the maddest, so the crime gon stick em
My ungh went twice (ungh, ungh)
And ended with nine, get em
Chorus (2X)
P gon make ya say Uuunnnggghhh!
I'm a make ya say Ahhh!
I'm not Eric B., but garauanteed to move this motherfuckin crowd
I stay on like light switches, money cause I like riches
Hittin nothin but tight bitches, call me, I might hit ya
Nigga make em say nah-n-nah, don't trip
After I bust yo shit, then after that say na-n-n-nah
I hang with niggas, I do my thang with niggas
They want to know if I gangbang
Cause I hang with a whole gang of niggas
So when we connect bitch
Better respect this, I step quick
Cause I got a vicious right hand but ya know what?
My left is quick
Silkk, you the type of nigga that promotes violence
You might be right
Cause I'll step in the club and say somethin
To get that muthafucka to start fightin
Bitch, bad as vogues, I'm cold as you see me
Be Gs knockin niggas out ??? off 3-D
Peep D, the game that I spit
No Limit soldier cross my back
I run this muthafucka, TRU niggas
I betcha I'll make ya stay back
Chorus (2X)
[Mia X]
We capitolize and monopolize on everything we see
Keep pistols drawed and cocked
We got the industry locked, we can't be stopped, too hot
Check the spots that we got on billboards
The tank can set up roadblocks, we fadin all you hoes
Want some mo?
Then let's go, stretch you out like elastic
Zip that ass up in plastic, have ya folks pickin caskets
We drastic, our tactics is homegrown in the ghetto
So feel the wrath of this sista, it's like you fightin 10 niggas
Forget the baby boys, it's the biggest mama Mia
The unlady like diva, lyrical man eater, believe her
Or see her, and get that ass embarrassed
If you're a decision maker, guaranteed you'll get carried away
So stay in yo place, when ya hear mamma speakin
Cannons spray, clear the way, when ya see the tank creepin
Chorus (2X)
[Mystikal]
Hi i'm that nigga that rappers look up to
If they want to know how to do it
It could be the little bitty skinny muthafucka
With the braids in his hair
Used to live on Tchopitoulus
I done paid my dues, but still playin the blues
Nigga play me like you was scared to lose
I'm still a fool, you ain't heard the news
I wasn't a No Limit nigga, but I made the move
I won't stop now, bitch, I can't stop
You can't stop me, so, bitch, don't try
We TRU soldiers, and we don't die
We keep rollin, n-n-nah-nah-nah
All aboard, it's like a band inside
The group going hallelujah
Niggas goin to war, got to fightin and shootin inside rumors
Little bitch sayin he there, we there, be where?
see there, Silkk there, Fiend there, Mamma there, P there
Ain't no salary cap, on top of my dollars
I roll with nothin, but them No Limit riders
I gets down nigga, I hold my tank up high
Watch how many bitches get wild, n-nah-n-nah
Chorus and fade

[Featuring Mo B. Dick Silkk Sons Of Funk]

[Master P]

RIP homie RIP

[Sons of Funk/Mo B. Dick]

How do I say goodbye to what we had

The good times that made us laugh outweighted the bad

I thought we'd get to see forever

But forever's gone away

It's so hard to say goodbye to my homies

[Master P]

y'all niggas smile for my ghetto heroes

So many homies gone trying to ball till they fall

Now I'm left with nothing but old cards

and a bunch of pictures on the wall

RIP tatoos nigga, just to show you that we real

But I still can't believe that your dead fool, and how you got killed

And on your birthday me and my boys visit your grave

And I remember when you first got high

and the first time you got laid

And I'm going through a thing, Kevin nigga, what should I do

I never imagined living life without a nigga like you

[Sons of Funk/Mo B. Dick]

Chorus

Cause it's so hard to say goodbye to my homies

Cause it's so hard to say goodbye to my homies

[Master P]

We shed so many ghetto tears, see time is crazy

And every sunday grandma go to church

she said she gotta pray for her baby

And ah, your little son, he look just like you

And momma going through a thang, but she gonna pull it through

And ah me, see and Silk we got a little money but that don't mean shit

Cause I burn all that shit up nigga, just to have you again

And it's real out here, all you niggas that's goin through some pain

Keep your head up, and this for everybody

that lost a relative in the street game

[Sons of Funk/Mo B. Dick]

Chorus

[Silkk The Shocker]

Now look, I couldn't imagine life without you

I just sit here wonderin why

But the law of life, and god placed us here

and said everybody must die

Ended hard trying to move on but still I try

Even though we got money, judgement day

just some things we can't buy

Even though you gone, I never let you move on

Cause every time i think about you

I sit back and write your name in a song

Now ashes to ashes, and dust to dirt

It's kinda spooky when one day I see your face on a t-shirt

I just pray to god it's hard wishing it would get better

And why it take a death or a funeral to bring our family together

Now look, we done lost a brother, your son done lost a father

Life ain't promised us so tell somebody you love them

You'll never know whether they'll be here tomorrow

[Sons of Funk/Mo B. Dick]

Chorus