Life Or Death (explicit)

[master p]

Yo c-murder
Nigga you woke?
Keep your eyes on the rollers nigga.
Pass the weed (ok)
We gon' head up interstate 10
We gon' pick up pimp c, and bun b (that's my niggas there)
We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it
We gon' handle our business
We gon' smoke
We gon' make it back to the n.o.
Cuz u know whut?
Us south niggaz don't playa hate
We got love from the south, east, west, to the nizorth
But it's your time baby
We gon' handle our business
And we gonna do this shit like g'z
We gonna represent the gizame
Ya heard me?

[pimp c]

This game fucked up
I ain't got no friends
I done spend my last 70,000 dollars on a drop-top bienz
Ugh, and i'm a real nigga
Down to put a forty-five to his head nigga
Lay it down muthafucka because i'm bustin' for mine
Take that ine everytime and i ain't try to dine
Niggaz dyin' podarthur (huh nigga what?)
Thank that i'm playin? (huh nigga what?)
Bust 17 times and let 'em feel what i'm sayin'
Ugk and c-murder
Cadillac and a tank (master p)
Bout to fade the platinum
Smoke some dank and some drank
But bitch luv me when i come to your city
Serve my dick out her pussy
And bust my nuts on her titties
Ugh, it's just a matter of time before i'm up in your house
With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth
Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)
And make a pimp bitch
And never put trust in a trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)

[chorus x4]

I'm bout ta pull akickdoe! (ugggggggghhhhhh!)
Lay down on the flo' (flo')
Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)

[bun b]

They try to run up in the manger (run up)
Now hold oon bun b
I see me p and c in danger (danger)
Just like the atf, pd, and texas rangers
Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga.
But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers
But i gotta bust my magnums
Gotta gage these pistols
Hand grenades, and land mines
Chopper smoke bombs and missiles
Some of them bitches whistle
Some of them bitches silent
But all them bitches handle business
All of them violent
Bout it bout it and dangerous
Soldiers that wanna gang with us
Bang with us, hang with us
Get that no limit slang with us
I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over
So get the chip off your shoulder
Feature this
I done told yah
We own 5 on your bitch in your bumpin' conflicts
Nigga i can see that you got plicked
Sit down and take a time trip
This ain't nothin' ta sneeze at
The fear in your eyes i see
Bitch where's the key's & g'z at?

[chorus x2]

[c-murder]

Lay it down muthafucka
Everybody gotta go
Give me the loot is what i tell 'em
When i kick in the doe'
Nigga i'm mad at the world
For my lack of havin' papers
Fuck the law and the cops
Cuz i'm down for a caper

[master p]

Some say we dangerous
Especially when we broke
I'm mo daily than a dope fiend fiendin' for dope
I just live for confetti
You see i'm daily like freddy
You see i run through your house and leave it messy like messy

[c-murder]

I got to much choice in my head
I wanna take my own life
My last chance is a 211
But it got me thankin' twicee
It's a drought right now
So these drugs ain't happenin'
And if it wasn't for no limit
There would be no money or rapping.

[master p]

You see my boy had an apartment full of keyz and g'z
The word on the street is his homie told his baby momma to freeze!
You see you can't trust nobody in this dope game
Keep your eyez on your enemies
Stack some chips and get out man.

[c-murder]

Give me a ski-mask, a 9
I'll be a down ass nigga
And watch me pull a flee-flicker
And make my cheese get bigger
If i get caught it's 25, but that don't mean shit
Cuz if i go to jail it's gotta be better than living like this
Nigga 2 shots in the air
Cuz i ain't bout bein' broke
And if you bout i make a move
Nigga, everybody gotta go
Just some bout it niggaz from new orleans
With tapes hooked up
C-murder, master p, and ugk
Now nigga what?

[chorus till fade]

[chorus]
Ohhhh
It's life or death in my town
And i'm standin' on deadly ground
I just wanna live my life
All by myself...

[c-murder]

Life is full of debt
And life is full of cnflict
I'm just tired of seein' all my homies out here dyin' quick
Society today is all twisted
Gave my homie 20 years for shop lifttin'
Now that's bad because lawan got 3 for murder
Politics in the court house ain't the same since the murder.
That's why constantly i watch all my enemies
Cuz death is a disease to all my tru g'z
The can't shake it
They can't seem to break the cycle
That's why i'm protected by the gat and st. micheal
Ralph sten said money...runs the country
Make ya do some strange things when it's right in front ya
I done see mothers turn on they own kids
Money make brothers turn on one another.
Even make each other split the other's wig
Animosity
Least of all tops is ta watch ya back
Life or death
Cuz ya never know if ya breathed ya last breath.

[chorus x2]

[c-murder]

I'm already dead
So can't nobody kill me
I done suffered to long to let another man fear me
My pain brings anger to a total stranger
Ain't no limit to my hall when i'm constantly in danger
I just wanna be surrounded by somebody that luv me
But reallity is sendin' me those hatas undercover
I don't know who to trust but my family and friends
Takin' chances on your life when you let a stranger in
In my days rappers die
So i take it as a message
I lived to see another year so i count my blessings
Tell em' i'ma changed man, but they don't hear me
On my knees beggin' god can you please forgive me
Let the past be the past
I'm investin' in the future
Watch the ones that swallow most ya
And the ones that'll do ya
My advice to the world
Maintain your sanity
I know your faced with life or death everyday but overlook the evil thoughts cuz there's gotta
Be another way
Life or death?

See me?
I trust nobody
Money is the rule to all evil
Better watch yourself boo

[chorus till end]

Chorus
This be the truest shit i ever said
A nigga might wind up dead
With money comes bad times
These days you got to have a strong mind

I grew up as a motherfucken thug
An outkast couldn't do shit but slang drugs
In and out of jail ain't no place to be
I'm not short dog but i just want to be free
Made a lot of money do dirt pulling capers
Don't give a fuck who i hurt
You wonder why a nigga can't sleep man
Because i got the blood of my dead brother on my hand
A true nigga can't rest g
Till these bitch ass get the fuck from around me
You sweat the tank but your not a real soldier
Would you die for this shit "no" p i told ya
Your true to the game but your ain't true to me
Nigga be yourself you can't be me or p
My veins pump no limit blood from day one nigga
Ask big ed he put it on his only son

Chorus 2x

I got a few niggas want me dead
Anticipating my death for the shit i said
Huh true soldiers true niggas
Motherfucking blood true love thugg figues
Bitch niggas be plotting on me
Behind close doors niggas hola when you see me
P said if you going to get'em
Get'em shoot first and make sure you hit em
I can't lose another tank dog
One more dead and watch no limit go off
Y'all ain't ready for war
I leave niggas tripping off the shit that they saw
I known for taking niggas out in street murder one
Muthafucker check my rap sheet
I thank p for taking me out the game
Put the mike in my hand and gave me my name

Chorus 2x

[c-murder & leanerd dawg talking]

Say lil' learnerd dawg (what's happenin'?)
Nigga you heard of qb? (yah, why wassup?)
Well, yu know that nigga down with the click now you dig it (okay)
So ah, i'ma play this new shit here and did it for ya (do dat dog)
And ah, i want you to tell me me what you think about it (it's all good)
Check it out (fo sho)

[qb]
First appearence as a no limit soldier for all the critics
Real soldiers down front line and out to get it
We be blastin them motherfuckers give us a chance to kill em
Mo' muthafuckas then people die with cash, an mentally
Gold and platinum artists and bout it bout it shouldn't start it
No limit soldiers is billboard regardless
Can't stop the tank cause we rollin with steel
Have the skills to make a mill', straight hundred dollar bills
No doubt we face the street dates break
Triple platinum we chasin' with no hesitation
Real soldiers and we stay tru
If you niggas wanna check us, that's how we roll through
We tru soldiers motherfuckers

[talkin']
Yeah
Woohoo, nigga boy that shit's tight
It ain't bad, that's it
Shit, yo p, sign that nigga
Then bring the weed
*gun shot & driving off*

( chorus )
Only thug niggas feel my pain i'ma ride for my homies
Because i'm true to the game
Ain't no love cause my blood ain't the same as yours
It's got me knocking on heaven's door
Feel my pain (x2)

I lost something in the past that was special to me
You can't feel what i feel cause this shit's to deep
So give love to your motherfucking thugs alive cause
Ain't no seeing when your motherfucking loved ones die
Don't point the finger and critisize what he did
Invest all your thoughts and all the times he hid
Will i ever see my brother again time will tell
I feel like i'm trapped between heaven and hell
I turned on the radio to forget the fun tears
Coming out my eyes cause i hear i miss my homies
On top of that my court dates tommorow
Facing ten years added to my pain and sorrow
Baby momma don't want me to leave my kids
We can move to the country and forget what i did
But reality keep tellin me that ain't cool
I wanna see my kids go to school
Feel my pain

Chorus (x2)

Nobody knows when your time gone come
I live life to the fullest, true niggas don't run
Anticipating your death make you soft and sick
I leave my worries at home when i'm hanging with my clique
I remenise about all my niggas that's dead
A lesson was learned when they put you in the grave
It don't matter what you got when a nigger gone get cha
Cause when a nigger gone hit ya a nigger gone hit ya
Bulletproof with ak's with hundred round drums
Can't stop one bullet penetrating your dome
That's why i value nothin but family and friends
You lose material shit you can get it again
But ain't no coming back when you meet the reaper
I done lost to many thugs to the permanant sleeper
Cause ahh everyday a nigger taking a chance
Only thug niggas feel my pain ( feel my pain )

Chorus ( x4)

Well uhh my brother dead i can't believe this ohhhh my god

[c-murder]

How many of my tru niggas actually get a second chance at life,
At their dreams? not many, huh

Started off as a street thug, just hangin' and thuggin'
'89 went to jail for druggin' and muggin'
Poppa please ain't no fuckin' way for me
Throw base for years don't mean you're free
I know my tru motherfuckin' niggas know how i feel
This shit's real i wish my brother wouldn't of got killed
For me to realize the game is wicked
Shit can't even trust the niggas that i used to hang with
Huh, but i remember what my brother told me
I know a real bitch by the way she hold me
I love my tru niggas like i love money
If you fuck with no limit you never find nothin' funny
And i take it to the grave with me
If you shoot first bitch you better make sure you hit me
Cuz i'm known for choppin' keys on my mom's table
I split a hundred g's with my niggas kane and abel
Fast money fast bitches is what i live for
Until i caught a fuckin' bullet in the back, bra
They thought i was dead but i'm still in it
I'm back to life back on top ain't no limit

(chorus)
Back to life (from the cradle to the grave)
Back to reality (some younsters on the streets tryin' get paid)
From the cradle to the grave
There's some youngsters on the streets tryin' get paid
Back to life (from the cradle to the grave)
Back to reality (some younsters on the streets tryin' get paid)

[master p]

Tattoo hennessy and weed
Grew up in the project with killers and g's
The last don is known for slangin' and bangin'
Thug niggas 3rd ward cali know where we hangin'
Ghetto's soliders mercenary we rhyme
This game is life or death and its your soul or mine
We don't play no games boy just tryin' get paid
Hope i get rich before they dig my grave
So many penetentary chances feds and demons
So many homies in the ghetto with their soul in strim
Thank god we trust ain't no man gone harm me
My best friend be my lady cuz these fools are fonies
Take heed i been beyond and back
I live my life through the lord, my homey, the greed and the back
I said: (ughhhhhhh)

(chorus)
Back to life (from the cradle to the grave)
Back to reality (some younsters on the streets tryin' get paid)
From the cradle to the grave
There's some youngsters on the streets tryin' get paid

[silkk the shocker]

You couldn't tell me nutin'
A little ghetto child runnin' wild
Shed tears trough years made it hard to smile
Imagine homies dieing while you're standin' right there
My reality's your worst nightmare
And now i'm trapped in the whole fuckin' world of sin
Kill or be killed hit down by the hands of his best friend
You gotta know if you wanna live there's rules to this shit
You can't break 'em if you wanna be rich
And when my homey died and didn't come back
I knew it was on nigga stressed god blessed
Got his name on a tombstone
Some of my friends go out before me and i walk that path
I spray paint your name on the wall and i sit back and laugh
You gotta make decisions make 'em all with precision
Try to make moves and avoid prison
I remember the first time i laughed at the penetentary steel
When the told me spread lift the car i knew it was real
Now i was just out there tryin' gain some strength
Birds came to me one night told me silkk you gotta change your life
But it was all or nothin' could never settle for second
Gotta make the whole world feel my presence (ughhhhh)
I told my homey don't cry if i close my eyes,
(but silkk the shocker you too young to die)

(chorus)
Back to life (from the cradle to the grave)
Back to reality (some younsters on the streets tryin' get paid)
From the cradle to the grave
There's some youngsters on the streets tryin' get paid
Back to life (from the cradle to the grave)
Back to reality (some younsters on the streets tryin' get paid)
From the cradle to the grave
There's some youngsters on the streets tryin' get paid

[c-murder]
Niggas (what?)
Would you ride for the cause? (hell yeah!)
Would you die for the cause? (fuckin right!)
How many niggas would ride and die for you? (we riders!)

My name manifest pain to my enemies
Holler c-murder and bring bitches to thier knees
Violent killers ready for blood marches
Convicted murderers with open drug charges
Strapped with semi autos and po-po's
And nickle plated slug nose and we left the calli cause
We made niggas, raised in ghetto's and slums
Totin chips and a-k's, money round drugs (ha)
Shoot first, and leave them standing in thier shoes
We tru niggas, bounded by blood and tatooes
Infiltrating my click, fool it aint gonna happen
Us niggas been gettin paid before we started rapping
Situation getting sticky, cause the ???? the phone
Here comes the brigade, aiming straight for your home
Aint no limit to the motherfucking thang, we a click
We rowdy, many niggas in the tru click

[chorus]
We riders
No limit niggas
We riders
We tru niggas
We riders
We real niggas
We riders
We thug niggas (2x)

How many niggas wanna ride and get paid
I plan to sell a hundred million records in four days
Gangstas make the world go round
But tru niggas make gangsta shit go down
We come in your set flip your dope and get rich
Take over your block and your spot with number one hits
Money and power, ha, give me the world
Cause after dollars no cents, only time will tell
Ha, i'm goin through somethangs, fool, so stop hatin
You live for weed and money, i live for greens and bacon
And i aint takin no shorts with my ghetto d
I stick to plan b and keep my eyes on my enemies
And if you want some nigga come and get some
We ride bourbans and llacs when its time to attack
So throw em up if you a real soldier
I'll make you say uhhhhh, i thought i told ya

Chorus 2x

Hey c-murder who you hang with?
Say little kevin boy you know i only make moves with thugs
Nigga nigga nigga what
Make moves with thugs, nigga nigga what
I make moves with thugs, ghetto niggas feel me

[c-murder]

I wake up in the morning and grab my gat
Re-cock my shit before i grab my hat
Then i page my niggas fiend and mac
Cuz we be strapped like the men in black
And uhh one time don't bother me
Already payed my dues for a robbery
Just cashed a check for 200 g's
Left them hoes alone to pursue my dreams
I told them haters don't play no games
Got a bunch of bout it mother fuckers screamin' my name
Left the life of crime for the life of ryhme
With every move i make its bulletproofs with nines
You don't wanna go to war with me
I got big man and baz with me
Just some more thug niggas ridin' with me
Cuz makin' moves with thugs is a high
Makin' moves with thugs

(chorus)(2x)

You know the deal (nigga soliders and thugs)
This thugs for real (makin' moves with thugs)
We packin' steel (i'm makin' moves with thugs)
In cabs we peel (makin' moves with thugs)

[master p]

How many niggas wanna ride with me
How many thug niggas and bitches wanna get high with me
Don't cry for me, just ride for me, 187, 211 is a robbery
I hang with killers and dealers thug niggas and bangers
See 3rd world niggas keep one in the chamber
Don't play no games boo cuz this shit be real
I roll with young niggas that be hard to kill
I gave kate wang gold, bobby and jimmy
Big v, big token nigga watchin' they enemies
Throw up they soldier rag if you bout it bout it
Cuz us thug (3rd world) niggas livin' be rowdy rowdy
Hennessy and weed when we smokin' and jokin'
I mean nigga nigga when we token its open
Nigga we gone ball take a fall nigga
Cuz me and c-murder biggest thug of 'em all nigga

(chorus)(4x)

You know the deal (nigga soliders and thugs)
This thugs for real (makin' moves with thugs)
We packin' steel (i'm makin' moves with thugs)
In cabs we peel (makin' moves with thugs)

This goes out to all my thug niggas and bitches out there (soldiers)
At ease, solute, c-murder all the motherfuckin' riders out there
Representin' its motherfuckin' no limit up
Bout it bout it rowdy rowdy
Slodiers, soldiers, soldiers, soldiers

Huh nigga what i'm a soldier (we soldiers)
Huh nigga what we soldiers (we soldiers)
Huh nigga what we soldiers (we soldiers)
I'm a soldier (i'm a soldier)
Huh nigga what i'm a soldier (i'm a soldier)
Huh nigga what i'm a soldier (i'm a soldier)
Huh nigga what i'm a soldier (i'm a soldier)
All i wanna be is a soldier (i'm a soldier)
I'm a motherfuckin' no limit soldier

[c-murder]
I'm a no limit soldier 'til i'm dead you can't worry me
I represent the tank 'til a bitch nigga bury me
Tru on my back initiated in blood
Bout it niggas start fightin' when i walk in the club
You could tell i'm a soldier by my army fatigues
And you could i'm a killer by the way a nigga bleed
Forever tru i'm gone roll to your motherfuckin' city
If i come to a show i've got a hundred thugs with me
Scream no limit cuz i'm in it i represent it
I never met a tank dawg that didn't business
Nigga we killers by niggas countin' millions in paper
Luteinent of a label full of soldiers nigga

Huh nigga what we soldiers
Huh nigga what we soldiers

[master p]
Nigga nigga nigga mercenary killers street hustlers and dealers
Nigga ghetto millionaires captains, colonels, luteinents
We packin' g's niggas stackin' ki's niggas m-16 .45 ak's niggas
Follow me dumpin' niggas study humpin' i ain't donald trump
But i keep the ghetto niggas and bitches jumpin'

Huh nigga what we soldiers
Huh nigga what we soldiers

[silkk the shocker]
Let's get ready to fuckin' rumble
I'm a no limit soldier nigga that's who
Tank around my neck represent respect nigga
Bout it full of fuckin' tattoos
Am i ??? its the drugs and bud nigga clique for the common soldier
Drug dealers real niggas and thugs
Cuz i'm bitch i'm a soldier fool i thought i told ya
Ammunition fully loaded camoflauged range rover
Against all odds tru niggas don't fall nigga we ball
Nigga army fatigue nigga weed up in my draws
You don't wanna take no poor wreck in my hand holdin' your bag
About ??? throw up your soldier rag
Nigga when the tank come through put some depth
In you motherfuckin' step
Fuck the rep i'm a soldier toldja that's 211

[fiend]
Womp womp, nigga this fiend i'm a surviving soldier
You could tell by my breed or my feed cuz if i bleed
Its a color fatigues see my greed keep me hungry
I'm a no limit spar wanna get it on
When your gone blows have the tank up on your lawn
Was born to bust out niggas protectin' my people
Ain't no sequel blastin' and rappin' and my fool and i'm lethal
They gone understand how to keep us so planned
And how the fuck we stay on billboards more than the marbolo man
We soldiers

Huh nigga what we soldiers
Huh nigga what we soldiers

[mac]
And to them fake soldiers below the street lights
We watch them die holdin' their riches and they bitches
Diggin' up ditches for the snitches in this ghetto
Will it happen makin' some white rappin' checkin' out my toes
Tell my hoes i never rest 'til they murder my foes
When a cop done shot when a cop done dug and i watched
Them bullets snatch me lookin' at my camoflauge
Makin' sure they didn't blast me
When i die bury me in my camoflauge cuz i'll be down with
My thug motherfuckers other niggas ride 'til its over
We gone live and breath soldiers

[mia x]
I'm still on more times tryin' pay the bills with ryhmes
Criminal thoughts makes my nine in the picture much clearer
Its the biggest diva mama cat off the top
Open shot on your block and drop the shit your system's got
What no limit soldiers kickin' up dust in your face
Rowdy rowdy when we march in the place we face
None nigga don't you ever come fucked up
Tryin' stun off flex you get more hoes than a hair net
Miss x be the one tru soldiers call mama
Drama regulator lyrical lady alligator
Fade ya motherfuckers now whatcha whatcha want do
Bitch we comin' through bout to run over you we tru

Huh nigga what we soldiers
Huh nigga what we soldiers

[big ed]
Steel toed boots camoflauged down with the soldier strut
???? get out the way niggas duck nigga what
Guerilla warfare should of had your ass about there
With this impact display rip through backs and still we get some where
Oh yea nigga what you gone do step to the tank
Have niggas fight on who gone shoot you
Big ed is a captain atain hut sloute carry on as you were
Gettin' rowdy with the tank dawg troops

[kane & abel]
When the tank roll up its like ten bombs blown up
My military comrads don't give a single solitary fuck
Pull the gat off the shelf niggas gone shit on they shelf
My warriors want more war mentality drug dealin'
Fatality fuck your feelings use my gun for proficent killings
P gave the order kane & abel is willin'
Spittin' ammunition leavin' loved ones missin'
Come out this week we pistol whippin' makin' sure you listen
We soliders

Huh nigga what we soldiers
Huh nigga what we soldiers

[mystikal]
Uh oh!!
I'm a buffalo soldier smokin' doja
.45 caliber armered pistol when i load i could stop a bull dozer
March there with my army i get marched over
Before you disrepect me you better serve a hundred octobers in angola
(hoo) who as you were bitch stay still lay low
You better fuckin' knock a hole in your a-o
I'm marchin' with my ak one two three
Ya'll niggas wanna be like us but it ain't gone be
Huh nigga what we soldiers

Intro
Motherfuckers,you see a tru nigga walk on the streets
You step on the side and respect that man
Tru niggas never die we recreate to survive

Picture me a tru nigga
(real niggas don't die.cause tru niggas gon ride.)
Picture me a tru nigga
(real niggas don't die.cause tru niggas gon ride.)
Picture me a tru nigga
(real niggas don't die.cause tru niggas gon ride.)
Picture me a tru nigga
(real niggas don't die.cause tru niggas gon ride.)

Magic:
I been livin my whole life just awaitin this opportunity.
To clock g's and makin you motherfuckers see.
Criminal minded i

Chorus: x2
This is here for the g's and mack's
Real niggas ride burbans and lac's
You see this shit here for the g's and mack's
Ain't trippin on a bitch cause a bitch get smacked

(c-murder)
Now when i come to a club nigga i got to be clean
All the real ganstas know what i mean
A man ain't shit if his gear ain't tight
I mack a ho and sip on hen all night
You go respect me bitch for the title i hold
My pinky ring,50 g's pink diamonds ya know
Real g's roll with thugs that a make you bleed
You got a problem talk to the niggas i feed
I'll mack ya momma if the pussy was cool
G strings up the ass she be actin a fool
Tattoo of a teardrop under my eye,
I walk with a limp cause i got shot in the thigh
But that pussy ass nigga ain't here no mo'
I got a repataion for eliminating a ho'
I erase niggas fool,so they don't come back
Game reconize game with the g's and mack's

Chorus x2

(silkk the shocker)
Now game reconize game i'm all about making some cheese!
I ? in them ho's face i shake them ho's like keys!
Nigga pussy come last i'm usually about clockin some dough!
She say she got a old man,that ain't never stop me before!
You can tell nigga,we some g's and mack's because g's and mack's
Usually ride d's and lac's
And if i get dollar bills you thank i'll have cheese to stack
And if i give a trick something usually i'll ease it back
Now you see it don't stop nigga on these switches i hit
Off the top,niggas go jock,watch how many bitches i get
Mister paperchaser, mr. egg head splitter
Mr. ride everythang from new york to the motherfucking bay nigga
If the tank on it,or my name on it,go get it the second that it drops
? bought a lexus fresh up off the lot
I got's to get it,by any means,i need the mother fucking presdients
Nigga p, my wintness, i make my bussiness, i gotta repre-fuckin-sent
Nigga 3 tone gators, when it's time to jump ?
Make them ho's go crazy, wanna have my baby,
Tattoo my name on they chest and they thighs,
So ease back,if you ain't asking me, and freeze back,
And pass the weed back to g's and mack's

Chorus x3

(souljah slim)
All g's stack g's, that need to be made,it's called surival
Watch ya ass,duck and fade,keep a infra-red dot,all glocks stay cocked
Anybody run up gettin shot,we got proper cards to pop,i'm independent
So i'm on a independent label,i might do some with my people
Probaly get a skyscraper
Stay out my bussiness anyway,about ? pistol play
So motherfuck you and mother fuck what a nigga say,i live this way
Because i don't give a lovely fuck!
One time i macked on this ho in klc truck,
I just come home from jail niggas got me livin swell
Signed a contract with no limit now that nigga slim got mail
Now who would you tell that nigga fake
He classified,mack on bitches and get riches murdered out till i die
That's my jacket,better check it
A lot of niggas got left wetted
Fucking around with souljah slim,
Niggas respect it!!

Chorus till end

Bra, why you talkin' that shit, huh?
(what? you heard me)
Take this shit to the streets right now (you heard me)
All that yappin' and no action ain't called for, you dig?
(for real)(what's happenin')

You don't wanna fuck with c (bad motherfuckers)
You don't wanna fuck with me (just a bunch of bad motherfuckers)
You don't wanna go to war (bunch of bad motherfuckers)

[c-murder]

Don't play no games, cuz boy we be bout killin'
You ain't got shit to die for you shouldn't be livin'
Get rid the fuckin' smirk ain't a damn thing funny
All my niggas know we live for weed and money
Platinum and vogues on the walls of my company
Cuz tru niggas live life motherfuckin' g's
Presidents and playin' in every resident
Cuz pumpin' no limit shit is essential
I make money off the words that i speak
I flip a cassette like i used to flip a quarter key
The rap game is like standin' on a block
Every tape i sell is like a motherfuckin' dime rock
Give me the money so you can keep the bitches
They don't play no game c-murder bout his riches
The money talk and bullshit walks pay to get delt with
And haters get they ass kicked

(chorus)
Don't play no games boy, we be bout killin'
Just a bunch of bad motherfuckers just a bunch of thug niggas
Don't play no games boy, we be bout killin'
Bunch of bad motherfuckers just a bunch of thug niggas

[mystikal]

A whole bunch of bad motherfuckers
Ya we bad watch us i ain't playin' with your bitch ass
Even if i smoke weed all day drankin' on king cobra
My eyes red my head bad i still fuck over ya
You know the name you know the game and the pain
Bitches still the same bigger bank higher rank
Whatcha thank your head i like your shit don't stank
But you're gettin' spanked i'm gonna get at yours forgot that thank
You bitch who wrong move i'm gone get you
???? you mental but you been through
Fuck what your friend do and who you came to

(chorus)

[silkk the shocker]

We bout murder money weed ammunition guns and drugs
Fake niggas stand correct show my real niggas some love
Mrs. thug i live the life of a motherfuckin' thug
7 digits bigger niggas still fightin' in clubs
You think you saw the worst bitch the worst is yet to fuckin' come
Up jump and take everyone and your best to fucking run
Shoot first ask questions later
Quick before i lose ya ask what time it fuckin' was
I guess when you're too paranoid smokin' too much motherfuckin' bud
Don't play no games bitch respect the name bitch
Fuck who you came with and fuck what you sayin' bitch
You heard of mystikal, heard of p, heard of me, and heard of c
Either we solo or we ridin' thirty-d you can't stop me i know
All they can do is watch me drop ya with your eyes closed
In a project curb apartment motherfuckin' dealin'
You wanna know why we ain't smilin' cuz we thugs we mugs
Ain't nothin' bout being friendly

(chorus)(2x)

(c-murder)
Say magnolia, gateway bro
It seems like they don't want a young nigga to get rich
Like we ain't supposed to leave the ghetto
I know we tied to the ghetto, but uhh life's a bitch
You know, we was dealt some bad cards
But you know, we gotta deal with it
Lifes hard, so lets show em' what we made of

My gateway to hell seems like its constantly open
The reaper is callin', so i'm constantly smoking
C-murder ain't gonna die in vain
My ghetto ties got me living my life in pain
See the world knows, we gonna be thugs forever
You can take me out the ghetto, but you can't make it better
See the status of your money done changed
But the status of your danger remains the same
I need to clear my head of these evil thoughts
And teach magnolia and gateway the shit i was taught
Take a ride with me nigga to eternity
And watch me live to see another century
Lifes a bitch, who do you trust
I put my fate in my glock, cause i know its gonna bust
I used to think the hood was cool
But my ghetto ties keep me checking in my rearview

Hook

Who do you trust, my ghetto ties got me tripping, and lifes a bitch
They can't stand to see a young nigga get rich
I was dealt some bad cards
Became a thug with no love 'cause life's hard (who do you trust)

(soulja slim)
Lord you showed me, even dealt me these cards, i gots to play em'
My life is like a game, i'm up from a.m. to a.m.
Why don't i ak him if he don't have none of my paper
Man if i let him live then he might take me for a faker
He might try to do a jack, and that might cost me my life
If you ever jack this real nigga, you'd besta kill me or pay the price
I ain't nothing nice, behind the street machine tell me what you see
A tall nigga bout 6'4, last left the murder scene
Disguising in army green
With infer beams on something, kinda gun nigga
Fool one nigga didn't run
My niggas went on and tore up his motherfucking ass with the bit fast
Like witness that, murder in the first degree
My ghetto ties fucking round' with me, don't do that

Hook

(da hound)
How many times, a nigga seen a family nut up
And the momma was cut up, yeah i see now but later on i'm a be senile
But see how us niggas get caught up, quick to go in the water
Niggas steady vanishing away like saw dust
I'm feeling that ease, i'm full of them weeds and them fleas
Two 23's, nike's and reeboks let the window down and feel the breeze
My cousin d, my nigga joned in the backseat thuggin' off the rome
And to the z, thinking about the lives we gonna free
I tell him nigga please (nigga please)
Soon as we drove up, fucking door was bout' to close up
I knocked on the door, nigga hold up, you didn't see us roll up
I forced my way in, i put seven up to his thoughts
No time for thinking is what i'm thinking
Killed the bitch, wouldn't finish shaking
I went to the kitchen, i'm flipping pans, pots, and spoons out
Heard four knocks, sounded like four shots, coming from the other room
It's about that time now, for us hounds to get gone out
Got the dilli, quarter milli, went to the next room
Jhon jones was in the zone
I saw my cousin navier, eyes bucking out his head
Nigga bleeding from the mouth, he shaking, he's on his way out
By this time, i took two hits from behind
My nigga john looked in my eyes and said nigga you ready to die
Damn, nigga why

Hook