Ghetto Postage

{chorus 2x - krazy}
We some no limit soldiers
(we still ballin' so fuck what you think
You broke niggaz keep hatin' you can't stop the tank)
You see no limit is an army

{master p}
Nigga what what bitches callin' my name
Homies hut hut no limit still in the game
See i'm a money making nigga like bill gates
Me and my lil cousin toss bitches from state to state
Lil' beezy he off the heezy
He in the threezy smoking weezy
I don't give a fuck about you hatin' i'm chasin' fortune and fame
I got every ghetto bitch screamin my name
Nigga rap in the south i started that
It wasn't cool to be country til' i brought it back
Now y'all boys know y'all can't mess with me
Cause no limit is a part of history

Chorus 2x

{krazy}
I seen a nigga catch 30 rounds and live through it
You could tell he was a soldier and he knew it
Fuckin' wit me, my niggaz ???
Fuckin' wit me you better not leave the club
All it takes is some hennessy and i'm gone
Dressed in all back bitch i'm bout to follow you home
With my chopper
I release anger
Runnin' off in the dark like strangers
I don't give a fuck nigga if you like me
I told the same thing ???
Its easy
To bust a niggas skull plate
Half of you haters go to jail quick and to the state
You ain't ready

{slay sean}
Out of control ever since i got out the hold
Fuck a p.o. i ain't got time for parole
My nine it explodes every time its exposed
Once you see it you get it that's how no limit rolls
Fold in your doors and hit you while you dead on the floor
Excuse me miss but we gotta take him straight to the morgue
Talkin' the talk knowin' he ain't walkin' the walk
Fuckin' with him is like me fuckin' with pork
I'm holdin' the fort for every person reppin' new york
Niggas front on no limit ya ass is out when you caught
Fuck what you thought they'll find you lying dead on the porch
Clothes soiled your body red as your heart

Chorus 4x

[magic - talking]
I dare one of you say something bout me
Speaking on the wrong niggas ya heard me (come on}
Don't be mad
These niggas hear gonna stay around {come on}
Fuck with us if you wanna and see what's gone happen ya hear me

[hook 2x: magic]
Believe the nigga
These pockets gone stay fat nigga
See me and p we go way back, you best stay back
To you hatas muthafuck this is payback

[verse one: magic]
These niggas is hatin we like what ever
We pay no mind to these niggas we out chasin our chedda
Indulge in this bullshit, uh-uh, nigga never
Close your fuckin mouth is what you pussy niggas betta
We got an essential because us niggas so clever
And make a mill break me off is how we stay together
I'm doing my own thing but me and p we forevea
Favor for favor we got this shit on lock
Keep running your fucking mouth, get your ??? ass back
I go to church straped with a 45 glock
Them niggas be askin but scared to say it to out faces
Cuz we know so many niggas in so many different places ye head me

Hook 2x: magic

[verse two: master p]
Nigga we thugged together, sold drugs together
Fucked hoes together, kicked in doors together and
I don't know why you hate me?
Screamin what the fuck have you done for me lately
Only real niggas stand on my block
And home we hustlin and if we hurt than the 9 cock
Neva beef with no niggas you ain't got beef with
Never take care of no hoes you don't sleep with
These streets is real lil daddy so get yo mind right
But if you fuck with mine i got a bag that will act right
Niggas wanna leave the tank actin mad but do it silently
But ain't no comin back cuz ain't nobody smile n

Hook 2x: magic

[verse three: magic]
Hatin get you no where
You niggas better hush
Fuckin around with us and get your puss ass touched
I don't want bust i wanna bet you down to mush
Cuz you gettin on my nerves plus you talk to much
See magic from the nine where they don't mind dying
Whip you up quick and send you home to momma cryin
So ?? ?? ?? like a whirl like a tornado
5 hundred miles per hour, get rid of all the hatas
You wanna see us fall but you niggas ain't ready
Your music is dull plus i'm sharp as a machete
Compare me to the other niggas and see what you get
The coldest muthafuck that you've heard check ya hear me

Hook 2x: magic

[master p - talking]
Now how the fuck the media gonna compare me to a rapper
When one of you motherfuckers make a fortune
Then ya'll speak on
Nigga know that we from the gutta
We made it to the butta
And that's why they mad at us
Tryin to keep us off mtv
Tryin to keep us out the muthafuckin public eye
But we street niggas
And we know how to hustle
We gonna always get ours nigga
Believe that

[master p]
You in the ghetto.. and you ain't got no hustlin skills?
Get down and give me ten private!
(where y'all at? where y'all at? where y'all at? where y'all at?)

[chorus: master p - army drill style]
I don't know what you've been told
(i don't know what you've been told)
But no limit soldiers came to rock'n'roll
(but no limit soldiers came to rock'n'roll)
Where are all my whodis at?
(where are all my whodis at?)
From the north to the south to the east to the west
(from the north to the south to the east to the west)
Thugged out (one two) what we bout? (knockin boots)
Shinin it out (n.. o.. l.. i.. m-i-t!)

[master p]
Unnnnnnnnnghhhhhhh!
See i'm a thug nigga, and i was - born to die
I hang with drug dealers, that's - ready to ride
We got beef nigga, then we - ready for war
I can't sleep nigga til i - have my enemies heart
I'm uptown on the blocks with the bricks ba-bayyy
Fiends roll up and get fixed ba-bayyy
Fifties and doves or the bic ba-bayyy
Smoke weed with my nigga but don't trick ba-bayyy
Now if you step to one of my niggaz, then you steppin to me
I heard you famous cat, but you don't mean shit to me
I'm out that c-p-3 and i'm a soulja for life
And all my real niggaz wild out from left to the right

[chorus]

[master p]
(what? what?) now how the war was won (huh) on, blocks in the hood
(huh) we got enemies (what) then it's, glocks we pulled
In god we trust nigga; i ain't got no friends (ya heard?)
Souljarettes, they love, money and ends
You need some work? meet me in the bricks nigga
You come short? i'ma wet your shirt nigga
It's like vietnam on the ghetto in these streets
You die how you live, the strong eat the weak
Red and blue rags for the souljas that be bangin
And warriors on the wall for the souljas left hangin
Twenty-one gun salute, for the souls on the street
And the souljas up in heaven, may you all rest in peace (ya heard me?)
Unnnnnngggggh!

[chorus]

[master p]
Them down south souljas they be ready to ride
And we can take it outside if you ready to ride
Them midwest souljas they be ready to ride
And we can take it outside if you ready to ride
Them east coast souljas they ain't ready to ride
And we can take it outside if you ready to ride
Them west coast souljas they be ready to ride
And we can take it outside if you ready to ride
Don't start no shit it won't be no shit
Let me tell you muh'fuckers who you fuckin wit
Don't start no shit it won't be no shit
This no limit army's who you fuckin wit!

Wild out.. wild out.. no limit is in and y'all out
Wild out.. wild out.. so y'all haters keep our name
Out y'all motherfuckin mouth, hahah you heard me?
Ride ride niggaz (ride ride) lah lah
(all the way to the motherfuckin top of the charts ya heard me?)
Dj's.. hut one, hut two.. hut one, hut two
Hut one, hut two..
Dj cut the fuckin lights off cause i'm through!

[intro- master p]
Oh yeah, i done delivered the mail, all platinum
Ghetto postage wody
And i can't do nothing for the 2 g'z but make every ghetto bounce
Turn it up, what what what
Bounce!!!

[chorus]
Wooday, i don't give a fuck no mo'
Wooday, ima bout to slang this dope
Woody, from the north to the south we go
Woody, from the east to da west we roll

[verse 1]
Now when i do this thang ima do it wild
And i ain't rakim but i can move da crowd
And when i'm having sex, i make stomachs growl
Now how long can i go, about a couple of miles
Screaming all night long, saying bomb bomb bomb
Saying go big daddy, wont you take me home
Now if this ain't love, lets go to the motel
And if you feeling kinda freaky lets do it on the way there
I like to bark with women, like i'm bow wow
And i keep my nine cocked, goes pow pow
Ima souljah, i thought i told ya
You find me sippin' on the 40's or blowing on the dolja
Find me at a party with a pool of bitches
I'm the ghetto bill gates, went from rags to riches
Call me ???????? , still throw them thangs
Nigga i'm flexing in a rolls, but still flossin' my chain
It's nolimit til' the day that i die
Screaming c-p-3 thats the way i ride
All my uptown warriors, where y'all at
Cause we never leave the house with out our gat
Ya heard me!!!

[chorus1- x2]

[chorus2]
Uh no stoppin' no stoppin'
I'm from the south where them girls be boppin'
Take off your braw hoe show them tits,
And wobble that thang like the baddest bitch

[verse 2]
See i'm a killer, and i don't give a fuck no mo'
It's 2 g'z, i had to fuckin' change my flow
Money, i already got the doe
Nigga platinum, three million went out the door
Nigga ball, i balled in the nba
Nigga hustle, i hustled from the south to the bay
That nigga c-e-o, y'all fill in the blank
Who i'm with, i'm with the motherfuckin' tank

[chorus1- x2]

[chorus2]

Chorus:
I'll always come back to you
I'll always come back to you
I'll always come back to you
I'll always come back to you

Lil whodi lost his life this ghetto shit got em
Some friends knocked on his door but we don't really know who shot em
I lost a homie and a brother in the same week
And momma got bags under her eyes she gets no sleep
And these chickens love to flip flop
I seen a hardest thug lose his life in the hood behind some zip locks
I wrote kevin on the wall but never moved on
Girls screamin at the funeral cuz you was smooth homes
Me and you and jimmy we used to ride together
We all family lil one we supposed to die together
But you had to go first (first)
I mean the first to make it out the ghetto but you left in a hearse
Now the preacher sayin life goes on after the rain
After the pain but it aint the same
I remember we used to ball together
Me and you homie hustlin project halls together
Whodi we all stood tall together
Silkk c and me got you on our arms forever

Chorus:

We popped dollars together
Counted dollars together
We was on a roll doin shows nigga
We was always together
I lost so many peers
Shared so many tears
It's a trip to see so many rappers get killed
And uh its' a mystery on tupac
Biggie smalls changed his life and the next day he got shot
Easy e died of aids
And its so many unknown rappers lyin in graves
To the media you aint shit till you die
You make the cover of every magazine when you take that final ride
Big pun went triple platinum when his heart stopped
On the radio and video stations nonstop
Who wanna be next
While you a dead superstar the record company still cashin checks
Pour some liquor for the homies that done moved on
And light your lighters for the soldiers cuz they never gone

Chorus:

{master p}
Eeny-meeny-miny-moe
The soulja boy never let you go
You gotta man he ain't got to know
And tell your friends keep it on the low (ya heard!)

Chorus: 2x
{master p in the background of chorus until chorus is done}
Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 what!
Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 huh!
{erika fox}
The way - you - make - me - feel
Make me wanna run wit you
Such a boy can i roll wit you
*i'm always lovin' you <2nd time thru

{master p}
[verse 1]
Check it out
You and ya girls come follow me
I'm the ghetto bill gates, they call me master p
I learnt in the 3rd don't trust your fo'z
I gotta couple diamonds with a mouth fulla gold
Platinum on the wrist, bentley in the dri-i-i-ve
I learnt in the bricks how to slang and survi-i-i-ve
We no limit soldiers till the day that we die
And all my souljas rest, raise ya hands up high

Chorus:2x

{master p}
[verse 2]
How do you do my senorita
Finally say "i'm glad to meet ya"
Take you out the ghetto and then i'll treat ya
I won't let you cry and i'll never beat ya
Ya got a man, i hope he can keep ya
Hit me on the cell or on the beepa
Roll a 600 benz to the spot i'ma freak ya
Then pick a hotel that me and you can creep too

Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 what!
Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 huh!
Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 what!
Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 huh!

Chorus:2x

{erika fox}
I'll be your soulja girl
Ain't nothin' like my soulja boy
I'll be your soulja girl

{erika fox}
[verse 3]
I need a soulja boy ready to go to war
A fire boy with 20'z on his car
When i need some love he won't be far
I need a ride or die thug that can work dat {?}(that's me)
Talk that talk, but keep it real
And never stop but plays the bills
And i love the way he makes me feel
Thats why this soulja girls gonna keep it real

Chorus: 2x

{master p}
Hook1: 3x
Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 ha!
Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2 what!

{master p in background behind himself talking}
Hook2: 4x
Hut 1, hut 1, hut 2

{master p}
Hook3: 4x
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah! <- (rhythm of the music)
No limit soldiers can't be stop

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!

Chorus:2x (without master p in the background)

shake it from the south from the north to the east
Twerk it to the west from club to the street
(chorus)2x
Shake that thang
Twerk that thang
Wobble that thang , would it bounce would it shwang
Shake what your momma gave ya
You look good thats why they hate ya

(master p)
You found a bitch wit ????
With that ass g shaking
Put that hump in your back
And you n your girl trade places
Drop it like its hot
Shake it to they pop
In the back of the club
From the bottom to the top
???????? see im ready for that
Bend over touch your toes
Let that monkey out the dress
No panties , no thong
I mite take ya home
We could do rite and we could do wrong
Like thug girl dat mite get down
You gotta couple ????? we might do a couple rounds
Them girls be actin bad
On the dance floor shacking ass (huh)
In the club whodi gettin the cash (what)
Balling them goochies and no limit bag (huh)

(chorus) 2x

(master p)
Big bodys on chrome
Tattoos on my arm
My boonapliss at the tele
My bobuski at home
Ima bout to act a donkey
I like the chocolate like brown
But the trunk actin donkey
Quick qurves like a coke bottle
I mean dick like a stallion
But treated like a supermodel
Make the waiter drop the dranks
Make crippeled old man take walks to the banks
Shake it in the morning shake it in the evening
Ill play georges she can play weesy
Ride it like a bike
Twerk it all night
Grab the wall im from the left to the right

(chorus) 2x

Master p talking till rest