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1. _ Anything Goes
Oh yeah
This dope shit done got a lot of my niggas
Taken out the game
And to my brother kevin miller, rest in peace fool
Verse 1
Growing up in the calliope, new orleans to be exact g
I had to pack a gat i thought somebody was out to kill me
I'm paranoid i toss and turn in my sleep g
My best friend done turned into my motherfucking enemy
19 years old gold fronts and a mean mug
I hooked up with my little cousin jimmy
Learned to slang drugs
A lot of shit done changed in my fucking neighborhood
This fast cash got the p living no good
I'm deep up in this shit and ain't no turning back
Me and my cousin ?? say i got him for a fucking sack
I told him check his bitch, but he didn't here me though
He didn't believe that his bitch was out smoking dope
Now i gotta stand on my own 2
I came in this world by myself
That's the way i'm gone die fool
One year later and my cousin doing life on a case
I moved to richmond california just to fucking get away
Bumped into my partner king from new orleans
He couldn't find a job and i'm back to slanging amphetamines
And everything was cool for a fucking while g
Til i went to this club and this fool tried me
We in the back with some bitches counting hundreds
Til these suckers walked up and said jack
These niggas from the country
We didn't have no gats, i had to make a g move
Connects and head butting, that's how i did this fool
King g hit this boy with a upper cut
30 days in the county, but we didn't give a fuck
(chorus)
Anything goes
Life's a trip, but that's how the game goes
Hood riding, homicide 4 deep with them gats cocked
Ready to put some fools on they back
1, 2, 3 a nigga slanging keys
But why you have to mess with p
Hood riding, homicide 4 deep with them gats cocked
Ready to put some fools on they biggety back
Verse 2
Released from the county on a po
The only way to get back on my feet is slang that diggety dope
Hooked up with my partner, my cutty mac
Two days later i'm back rolling motherfucking black
Lexus coup with a droptop benz
And in the glove compartment you'll find about 33,000 ends
I ain't tripping cause the game get deep though
Got a phone call, couldn't sleep bro
They say my little brother died back in new orleans
Pop pop boom and it killed him, here him scream
But i ain't tripping cause mama still here a cry
In richmond one day the p is gonna die
And if i do i guess i'm going out like a g though
Like the movie on the motherfucking untouchables
So when i go out, i know i'm fucking living wrong
They betta take me out like fucking al capone
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2. _ The Ghetto's Tryin To Kill Me
(master p)
I don't know where i'm going to
But selling dope is the only thing i knows how to do
Damn indo you got to handle that dank time tonight
I'm deep in the game i can't sleep at night
And mommy praying cause she know her boy ain't living right
And when i die they say i'm going out in gunsmoke
Cause i refuse to be broke up in this ghetto
See i been tripping all life cause life is a damn trip
And when i leave the house you know i'm carrying an extra clip
See in the 90's things all gone change
I never thought i'd grow up to be the dope man
But in reality i guess i damn lost it all
Just the other day i put my brother's name on the wall
Rest in peace, yeah they killed him g
I know one day somebody is going to try to kill the p
And if they do i guess it was my time to go
But if they miss me you will be reading about some dead folks
In other words can you fell me and if you from my hood
You know the ghetto's tryin to kill me
Chorus: repeat 2x
The ghetto's trin to kill me
They might send me to the pen but doing time doesn't scare me
(master p)
I'm selling dope and my baby mommy she wants me to quit
But i can't because the game gives me dividends
See in the game my hella partnas depend on me
So when i go out i'm going out like my dead homies
Forty g's two keys in the crackhouse
Po-po's on my trick, you know the p is going to smash out
Never trust nobody, can't even trust my chick
And when my kids grow up they know daddy's a lunitic
Driveby's in the ghetto happen all night long
Call me master p, killer call me al capone
Because when i die they probably won't remember me
But while i'm here those marks can't fade the p
You seeing fatal when you mess with this dope click
But if you run on the p you get your wig split
For the jealous suckers that's out to kill me
I'm going to reverse the game partna, can you feel me
Chorus: repeat 2x
(silkk)
I lost 2 brothers in the gear and i can't cope
I try to go straight, but i still end up selling dope
Reminiscing on my childhood, but it ain't the same
I never thought my occupation was going to be the dope game
Two keys a day, you never see so much coke
Three o'clock in the morning chopping up dope
Reaching for my gat soon as i hear the slightest noise
Just come from a funeral, and it got me paranoid
Having flashbacks of this fool i smocked with my gat
He living, if he's real he'll be coming back
But if i'm going out i'm going out with a bang
Suckers jealous because silkk riding on those thangs
Having visions on how i'm going to die g
Will i die up in this game or will i die in my sleep
That's why i'm packing a p, y'all should feel me
I ain't paranoid, i know this ghetto is tryin to kill me
Chorus: repeat 4x
Yeah like my partna too $hort said
"get in where you fit in
Just remember life is too $hort"
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3. _ Just An Everyday Thang
Verse 1 (c-murder)
I guess its bout time for me to pay my dues
Just got shot got blood on my shoes
Two bullets in my chest that i cannot feel
Left the bulletproof vest in the coup de'ville
I'm steadily getting weaker i don't know what to do
Picked up the mobil phone dialed t-r-u
Drove myself to the clinic with revenge on my mind
Had to stash all my dope and i hid my nine
Killa killa killa killa i'll pull your card
Just got out of jail beat a murder charge
Nigget niggaz in the hood don't take no crap
Quick to get the gat and peel your cap
Release from the clinic and now i'm looking for a body
Strapped to the matt like a black john gotti
Ruthless as fuck and my eyes is red
I wanna put a hollow tip in a motherfuckers head
I got word on the street i got funk with the southside
I'm a show 'em how to do a fucking drive-by
Riggety rolled on them slow in the cadillac
Silkk behind the wheel, me and king in the pack
Master p in the passenger seat getting ready
Taking out the tech nine putting up the machette
Got close to them fools told silkk to cut the lights off
Grabbed my sawed off and blew the nigga arm off
Rat-tat-tat tat-tat-tat then we bailed out
Got away clean smoking blunts in the house
I can't trip cause you reap what you saw man
Cause murder is an everythang thang
(chorus)
Its an everyday thang
Verse 2 (master p)
I couldn't find a job so i started slanging crack
Ten motherfuckers in a one room shack
Chopping up ?? 20's and 50's to get my cash up
?? this fucking bitch to hold my mothafucking stash homie
72 oz's that will be two keys
Cook it up with some cut and turn it into three
Open up shop and start serving double ups
5 days later watch a nigga fucking bubble up
Bitches on my dick cause they know i'm living fat
And get the lexus painted everytime it gets a scratch
But i ain't even tripping
Cause i know these hoes don't like me
And every fucking day the feds out to indict me
But i ain't going out on know motherfucking bullshit case
I'd rather slang tapes across the world state to state
Look for distributions start up my own company
So the major motherfucking labels they could hump me
No limit came up quick just like a bullet
But master p ?? we pull it
And all them playa hating suckes still talking shit
Better check billboard the number one hit
Still on the hood on the under ??
Cause selling dope is an everyday thang
(chorus)
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4. _ Late Night Creepin'
Verse 1 (master p)
Four niggas in the chev and we all strapped
Put one up in the chamber case we had to bust caps
Let me let you know bitch who you fucking with
Master p killa murder motherfucking lunatic
With the giggety giggety nine
Put the glock to your dome and your shit will be giggety mine
Break you off something proper bitch
Ask me where i'm from the manor central soutside of the rich
Worry niggas can't stand me
Cause i'm known on the turf for serving
Them fiends that fucking killa candy
Break 'em off as i creep slow
But if you run up on the p
Yeah you know you get your ass smoked
12 o'clock and my beeper still beeping
On my way to the northside late night creeping
(chorus)
Late night creeping (creeping)
Should i say jacking or should i say skeezing
The dope fiends be begging me for crack
Although they want to beat me with they baseball bats
Verse 2 (master p)
Red and to the blue will be the giggety plain giggety thang
A nigga slang dope, but the p i don't gang bang
Leave a sucker dead any mark on a slab of rock
Arrive at your house smoke a sherm than a nigga laugh
Play a game called show and tell
And if the bitch is hella thick tell her meet me at the motel
Cause slipping is a no no
And the bitch better come true so long at the mo mo
I'll leave a bitch dead and broke
Check a hoe, i ain't no motherfucking got damn captain save a hoe
So with my nine i be sleeping
Check it out bitch if you catch me late night creeping
(chorus)
Verse 3 (master p, lil'ric)
I can't sleep at night my mind start playing tricks
I'm having nightmares the ghetto's trying to kill me bitch
I'm paranoid, i sleep with three fucking gats
A tech nine, a oozie, and a carjack
I'm addicted to money and bitches hella disturb
A ounce of dank, that'll calm a nigga nerves
I will mash on that ass like a gas pedal
You owe me scraps i will melt you like a piece of metal
I'm a bounce your ass just like a basketball
And with a pig's blood, write your name up on the wall
So make your fucking death wish
And why you dead i'm gone steal your goods and fuck your bitch
I'm a let you know life in the rich ain't no joke
So don't you coming riding without your straps hoe
And you know the rich is known for busting caps
Diggety zap the p put the rich on the giggety map
Lil' ric
Yeah, back at that ass once again there
Its your nigga lil ric, creepin through the windows
Getting him for whatever i can get
Now its time for my niggas to ride
And let this shit fuckin clear
Verse 4 (big ed)
Late night creeping big ed and master p
P has got his tech i got my nine next to me
Cause niggas like to jack and in the bay it never stops
But my hollow tips will leave more scars than the chicken pox
Or run up ya like emmitt
Hitting like bonds cause i have a nice slugging percentage
Because a nigga's like loced
Run on up, i'll call ya hickory because your gonna get smoked
I ain't no joker g cause i'm tru
And everybody in my crew a tru g too
I thought you knew motherfucker
I'm the type of nigga that'll leave ya fucking heart in the gutter
With the rat-tat-tat rat-tat-tat rat-tat-tat-tat
P, i'm gone put this fucking nigga on his back
I'm a show you why they sleeping
Cause its me and p and we late night creeping
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5. _ Robbery
Nigga we got three minutes to get in and out this motherfucker
And when you get in there don't act like no bitch (shot)
Freeze motherfucker, alright bitch strip get down (shot)
Nothing but assholes and elbows
Bitch come on you done do it
(chorus)
Gimme whatcha got and whatcha dont got you can keep
Its a motherfucking robbery nigga
Verse 1 (c-murder)
Don't move or i'm a break you off somthing proper,
With this automatic motherfucking static stopper
Aint gotta motherfuckin thing to live for
But somthin to kill for so get you ass on the floor
Gimme yo money 'for i act the donkey
Crooked eye with 12-gauge full of brass monkey
Nigga what you push the button for?
Rest in peace fool yo ass not a hero
I can't get paranoid cause now them feds up on me
I huddle up discuss some shit with my homies
We gotsta handle this shit like g's
Let me think for a second i gotsta get my respect bitch!
Come here i snatch your motherfucking kid
I hope god forgive me for the shit that i did nigga
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Verse 2 (c-murder)
I got away and now i'm on the run
With my gun and this motherfucking bitch's son
Tryin to blend in with the ghetto children
My hideout is a fucked up abandoned building
I'm high as fuck but still i sport a beanie
To hide my face cause i'm killin any bitch that see me
My old lady keeps paging me tell me turn my self in
But that shit can't fade me
Cause with a hostage i gotta chance to get about the city
Where ever i go he goin with me
And still stickin to the g code
Another nigga in my shoes would of bitched thats a like a hoe
And can't wait till 11:30 im outie
But meanwhile i bout to get my fuckin nose dirty
And kid talkin bout he thristy save the drama
I catch myself day dreamin bout the bahammas
Lets go and keep your fuckin mouth shut
Walked out the door and it was all fucked up
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(chorus x4)
Damn this gangsta shit aint what it all cracked up to be
Ya heard me?
Niggas dying trying to make a quick buck
Slanging dope
Pulling 211's
This shits serious dog
To all my young niggas out there
Think about what you do before you do it
Shit cause you might not come back home
Know what i'm sayin?
Just take it easy and shit
Check out what i'm saying
Feel me
That's all want
Just feel me
Peace
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6. _ Some Jack
Verse 1
Hit the block sideways with the lights off
On 23rd a young bitch about to get tossed
Straight jocking the triple golds i was rolling on
Car full of smoke as i tried to get my perk on
Straight doulja, sipping on gin and juice
Late night creeping as a motherfucker get loose
On my way to berkley with this hoochie
Non-stop to the motherfucking jacuzzi
Didn't have latex so i stopped at 7-eleven
That's when i knew the p was marked for a 211
Hoe kept looking over her motherfucking shoulder black
That's when i seen them fools roll up in the cadillac
And like bone say them bitches holla hoo-ride
But i ain't going out in a fucking homicide
And the closer they got i grabbed my gauge
Slapped the bitch, i know this shit will make the front page
I'd rather leave them hoes bleeding from they ski masks
Then find a p caught up in a fucking bodybag
And most these hoes ain't nothing but sluts
Slip a nigga that ass and die for the guts
But i didn't panic when them hoes was riding deep
I remained calm just like a g
And as i break them hoes off in a silent rage
Fish tilled back to the ritz with my 12 gauge
Gat smoking, i ain't joking
Left them fools on the ground face with they heads open
Blood dripping from them bitches like a waterfall
The bitch screaming, but i'm gone fuck them all
Got some head from the bitch as i dropped her off
To the house, nah nigga to the county morgue
(chorus x4)
You better watch your back
Cause some of these hoes jack
Verse 2
3 o'clock on a saturday damn it is a good day
Sunny than a motherfucker, bitches hanging out
Clock the nice grip, hit the cut than strip
Seen a bitch on the solo looking for this negro
Dipped to this side got the information
Went to call her up hooked it up
I think she fiening for the bone
I set it up for the nina and its 8:53
I hit the block up the top perking off the hennessy
Got inside the joint, man this bitch major thick
Rushed her to the room bounced up on the bitch major quick
Busted me a quickie out of the door i'm ready to go
Steadily creeping from the back was a bitch with the mac
Put the chopper to my dome wanted my scratch and my ??
And i'm thinking to myself what the fuck's going on
Get jacked by a bitch fuck this
I pulled out my 80 and dumped six shots to her gut
Before the hoe got the bitch for ??
She riding in a station wagon black
For trying to jack
(chorus x5)
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7. _ I Got That Dank
Silkk (talking) :
Let's go to commerical break for are you chronic smokers
Now hit it for 10 and hold it for 20
(*coughs* i can't do that fool)
Verse 1:
I'm out of dank, my 40's halfway gone
I called my boy king up on the mobile phone
Get a bag, get a bag, of that ziggety zag
Careful don't twerk, cause them niggas smoke that giggety grass
And 5 0 run up on a nigga g
They ain't catching niggas like the fucking piggety p
See i be ballin' ballin' ballin' through the richtown
She got the gat some motherfuckers better lay down
Laying candy on the stripes with the giggety fold
I'm riding dayton's sideways 'till they giggety old
To get a ounce of that motherfucking giggety stank
Cause if it don't stank, then it ain't real dank
I got the juice, you got the juice, well pass the gin nigga
Get the gauge for the jackers, show'em chrome triggers
Motherfuckers in the game straight clocking cheese
Like rbl say niggas don't smoke no damn more weed
Chorus:
You got the gin and juice, i got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, i got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, i got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, i got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, i got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, i got the dank nigga
Verse 2:
Pass me the bud, i'm on the green leaves
I wanna feel like i'm swimming the fucking seven seas
Chronic sack and i'm fucked with the indo
You ain't down with the mob, you out the window
It's a drought so we ain't sharing our fucking chronic sack
Put it in my brown pipe, smoke it up like crack
A head rush, better duck, once again it's on
Master p danked out, mr. al capone
With the indonesia
Going up the strips with the bitches and the skeezars
Gettin' you perked up off the diggety dope
Ain't giving a fuck about the jackers and the 5 0
And most niggas get yiggety yanked
I get 3 for 2, when i buy my diggety dank
Grab the gat, i need a 40, bought to get toast
Sideways (sideways) to the liquor store
Chorus:
You got the gin and juice, i got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, i got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, i got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, i got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, i got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, i got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, i got the dank nigga
You got the gin and juice, i got the dank nigga
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8. _ Always Look A Man In The Eyes
-if we was owned by the white folks it will be all good
-but we independent, black owned and making scrilla
-we a threat to society
-they ban our movies our videos, but we still #1 in america
-you see a coward can talk shit behind a nigga back
-but only a man can tell you what's on his mind
When he look you in the eyes
-in other words, don't judge a book by its cover
-see we successful black businessmen
But we also mercenary soldiers
(chorus)
Always look a man in the eyes before you kill him
Even if he's a coward or a motherfucking drug dealer
(my pops say)
Verse 1 (master p)
I sell stones out, i'm breaking them got damn phones up
Niggas they popping them keys, master p he fucking ??
Besides them g's, i'm ?? them keys but they didn't know
That i could go gold
Platinum and still slang keys out the record store
This caine got me sick
These niggas they talking that shit
Don't make me load this m16 and split your fucking shit
I caught the game from some old g's
Niggas they slanging they fucking keys
Got the game from new orleans
Now the world know of me
I'm down south hustling from the west
To the east, in the midwest yeah ya'll niggas know of me
Trying to slang this ghetto dope to the world
Every woman, man and boy wrap these cd's up like furls
On the corner posted up with them ballers
Slanging that yella, niggas ya'll can't hold us
Gone for 15/5 when you see me its no drought
I'm the nigga on the corner with the fucking gold in my mouth
Got every fucking club bout it bout it
Got every nigga that you see rowdy rowdy
Cause i'm down here hustling putting the ghetto on the map
Independent, black owned and ain't scared to bust no caps
(chorus x3)
Verse 2 (mystikal)
Nigga tell me what you gone do
Its just me and you, you and i
Scrap and scuffle then grab them things mano a mano
If we did the mix
Flury gone smother it leave your ass studdering
Fludging
Tell your fucking boys don't move
Cause like a rug i got them covered
Niggas ain't like they used to be
Back in the days they were playing the dozens
These days niggas will kill ya
Talking shit, say it to the end of my muzzle
We don't want no trouble, black just as subtle
Tell you what you gone fuck around and find
If you disrespect my hustle
None of you niggas fuckers, young niggas fuckable
Some niggas ??, dumb niggas suffer
Before you can even think about making a move i'm already on it
I'll have to beat your ass to the punch cause the stong survive only
Hold on bitch this shit bout to hit the ceiling
The interference started from the ground up the building
Behind mine's i just don't give a fuck
Ain't no closing my eyes
I'm gone look in your face and tear your ass up
(chorus x3)
Verse 3 (silkk)
Aaahh its murder
Do or die, killed or be killed
Nigga who am i
Silkk the shocker, do or die for a mil
Don't you see i be counting money like a machine
No how i'm saying i got to buy my green
For every fiend equals money like ching ching
My dream, know what i'm saying, got to get the cream or triple beam
By it for 15/5 and i sell it for 18
You know what i'm saying, you know what a nigga like known for
Nigga kill himself before he caught the bad one,
You know what we known for
And its all good in the hood, but i still stay strapped
Keep my hands on my 45 cause these days niggas will try to straight jack
And you know how i'm saying, 4 g's and i run it
Never seen a nigga retire from the dope game, until i done it
And its cool i gotta reach eight digits
Any nigga in my way i gots to kill him
Got a look a man in the eye before you drill him
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9. _ Bastard Child
(chorus)
You abandoned p
Now he don't have no where to go
No where to go no where to go i guess i'll sell dope
No where to go no where to go i guess i'll sell dope
Verse 1
Giggety glock and i'm out there slanging cocaine
I guess its hard growing up without your family man
Mommy left him cause they always used to fuss and fight
I used to cry at night, hope that dad would act right
Tripping off my mommy, daddy started drinking gin
Dropped me off at my grandma house i ain't seen him since
Sometimes i don't need my grandma she don't mean no harm
Cause she got 12 kids to feed on her own
Now i'm stuck up in the ghetto with the hoodrats
Trying to get paid off the cluckers and the county check
10 years old and i'm out there slanging cocaine
No love from my family, just love from the game
No one to turn to so i'm out there slanging crack
Keeps the giggety giggety nine up in my booksack
And if i die today or tomorrow i guess i'm out of luck
A bastard child all alone so i'm stuck
(chorus)
Verse 2
A unwanted child a victim of the ghetto
Labeled as a lowlife, a go getter
An outcast looked down by the system g
A menace to society a brother without a family
And everytime i see a room without a damn ceiling
It remind me i was born in a abandoned building
Cause in the ghetto you gotta learn the dirty dance
In other words you gotta learn to throw them thangs
A snotty nose kid without no food to eat
My role models were the dealers ??
Dripping wet you see my pamper leaking
But mama tripping cause she too busy out there tweeking
Our baby sitter was a tore up dope fiend
I almost died, drunk a whole bottle of chlorine
And when i think about my pass i don't crack a smile
Cause it hurt knowing i was a bastard child
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10. _ Hands Of A Dead Man
[verse-1]
As they shackled and chained me for a murder case
Out the hood on my way to cya
And from cya to the pembrooke
If they find the murder weapon i get 10 more
But just like a g i remained calm
No witnesses a few more weeks i'll be going home
But as the fucking police car drove off g
I started thinking about my motherfucking family
About the dope game must of been the wrong move
I still here my pops saying nigga stay in school
But once you shackled and chained ain't no turning back
You get in front of the judge nigga you can tell your facts
I fell asleep in the back of the cop car
Woke up ?? bout a mothafucking phone call
And as they booked me i had a mouthful of crack
And when i shit tonight bitch i'm gone get it back
I must be daydreaming i'm thinking about my bitch
Til this motherfucker woke me up and cough quick
And as they checked me butt naked and balls dangling
With 50 other motherfuckers in the shower saying
Yo man check this out
You gotta sleep with one eye open and one eye closed fool
This your first time in jail nigga gone need some friends
By the way youngster what's your name
[verse-2]
You can call me killer on the streets its the dopeman
And like scarface you gotta let your nuts hang
I put my glock up to a fool don't move g
See in 94 suckers catching lugies
But ain't nobody tripping on the black man
You either learn to dope deal or you gang bang
See in the ghetto a life don't mean shit
And most blacks they don't know about politics
And once you marked for death than your ass is smoked
Cause niggas dying young in the ghetto
Gang banging that can get you 40 to life
So choose your casket red, blue or white
And once you gone ain't no motherfucking coming back
The way you live is the way you gone die black
Glocks pulled on this sucker for selling dope
Nigga owe me money so you know he gotta go
Fucking with my stash i'm gone kick that ass
Spend 17 rounds as they stuff him in a bodybag
Even though i know i'm living fucking ignorant
I guess that's the shit that got me in the pen
But since i'm in, i guess i got to hold my ground
Make a second case so motherfuckers ?? down
Hit the weights on a motherfucking daily basis
And keep my mouth closed and always remember faces
Cause once you in jail you ain't nothing but a number black
You never know when the fucker going to call you back
I'd rather sleep in some motherfucking quick sand
They killed my celly have you ever held the hands of a dead man
(chorus x4)
Have you ever held the hand of a dead man
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11. _ No Limit Party
(chorus)
Ain't no party like a no limit party
Cause the no limit party is the shit
All the niggas say bitches
All the bitches say nigga
Everybody else shut the fuck up
Verse 1
Sideways through the cut with my giggety glock
Never giving a fuck i'm bout to let off 5 shots
Motherfucker in the parking lot talking shit
Get my gat i wouldn't give a fuck, i'm going giggety click
On his ass for the 9 0
Giving a fuck cause we all like the fine hoes
Drop g's on they ass with my ski mask
And as the sucker try to duck and dodge the diggety task
But i ain't fucking with the popos hit the floor
Watch them motherfuckers see me at the side show
Spinning daytons on the block with my giggety glock
As a nigga let off bout 17 shots
And as these motherfuckers make a move and choose me
But i ain't tripping cause the p packs an oozie
(chorus)
Verse 2
Me and my partners mobbing should i say robbing
4 g's and the lack and you know we keep our head bobbing
15's in the trunk with the diggety dump
Got the gat on my side just in case some nigga starts some funk
But we ain't tripping on that kike shit
Never giving a fuck about a nigga or a motherfucking broke bitch
We'd rather clock g's and smoke dank weed
And be higher than a bird or the seven seas
Giggety locs with the gat we ain't tripping bitch
Never giving a fuck i got the mind of a lunatic
And as i roll through bitch with my 40
Cause ain't no motherfucker like a no limit party
(chorus)
Verse 3
Now hold me back, 94 i came fat
Worldwide and you player hating marks you can't fade that
With the giggety boat i'm gone tell your giggety ??
Put like 5 on the motherfucking tigggety tiggety o
Straight macking dollars i be stacking
Four bitches in the back and you know we all packing
Hit it sideways like i left the highways
Crazy horse to drink with a little oscar mayte
So much dank smoke i couldn't see the freak show
Had to tell the cutie to meet me back at the other door
?? hitting on the booty
5 minutes later stank bitch wanna do me
But i ain't tripping, i'm bout to hit like scottie pippen
And put my sheepskin on in case i go skinny dipping
And grab my 40 and tell her get up off me
We don't love them hoes, it ain't nothing but a party
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12. _ Playa Haterz
Yo jt tell her to give me a 7 up man
Hey, hey that bitch tripping man, hey bring us some drinks hoe
Man that show was liver than a motherfucker they was loving us
Man it was large as shit
Verse 1 (jt the bigga figga)
Check the sickness, forget this game that you missing
So i understand you had a plan to rip up potential
Players in the game without no shame to fault me
Realize that they surprised that you tried to salt me
I backed up off ya, i seen ya coming
Doing a 100 or more running, so now i'm gunning
If you try to play them players nigga than you getting played
Keeping my game tight so short like a razor blade
Afraid of who is what you ask me
Just because you got your mac10 ready to blast me
And pass me up as if you didn't know
Representing getting low, p nigga hit the floor
Verse 2 (master p)
Sideways through the cut with the gold one's spinning
Suckers jealous cause they know the p is deep up in it
On my way to filmore to see jt
We ain't set tripping its all about some dope beats
But you got to watch your back for them perpetrators
Imitators man i mean player haters
You know the type, that's quick to fucking give you dap
And all the while, they ready to fucking peel your cap
And if ya don't understand don't test me
Cause the p ain't living fucking nappy
I'll leave some motherfucking flowers at your gravesite
And make love to your bitch almost every night
Caught you slipping and you died like a perpetrator
On your tombstone should read player hater
(chorus)
I ain't saying no names
Its alot of player haters ain't true to the game
Verse 3 (master p)
Player haters in ya face wanna talk and laugh
Same fool in the hood with a ski mask
Don't move don't budge don't even flinch
Caught you slipping so they going for your dividends
I should put you on your back once they get your scraps
Cause they know a nigga like you is living fat
And as you stroll in the 4, cause life is cold
But don't trip cause that's just a bad episode
That life in the ghetto ain't no joke
At sometime you die in this game for selling dope
But if you don't sell dope, than you gotta kick it
And them same hoes, they wanna fucking kick it
Verse 4 (san quinn)
Do you wanna ride to this or do you wanna side to this
Just a young baby boy coming with the flyest shit
Get you higher than that chronic can bring ya
Lets hit that niggas field
Coming from your shoulders, now you reaching for your steel
My ?? of real is a step away from nothing happened
Pick up the mic and get to rapping
Stepping like the?? making all these hoes something vicious
Not even these playa haters can identify my sickness
You taking winners to ?? while i caught myself
Hit the cuts and came up with legitimate wealth
From the ?? hardest city by the bay
Busting rhymes, dropping nines dropping simply for a payday
Had his rest to make way
Before i break him down with the og russian cickle
When the shit don't tickle
My show won't pickle and i ain't no buster
You player hating niggas better stay away from a real hustler
And its like that for the 94 nigga
(repeat 3x)
And its like that and its like that
And you player hating niggas don't like that
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13. _ Somethin For The Street
Damn silkk keep shaking that motherfucker its bubbling up now
There it is there it is right there
Ok, i'm a shake it a little while longer
That's the jent their fool
Verse 1
In the crackhouse cutting up the diggety dope
Breaking down the keys cutting them up like riddick bowe
Gotta cook it up good for the dope fiends
Not too much baking soda gotta keep it crystal clean
And just like 7 up
Shake the shit well till the motherfucker bubble up
And now its time for the testing of the dope
Bring in the junkie and if he choke than its good smoke
Now its off to the hood
?? til we open up shop partner but its all good
And just in case you wanna find me
King george with the tech 9 standing right behind me
Silkk and ed in the benz as the decoy
And in the 5 lil ric and d-boy
C-murder doing time in the county jail
It been two weeks but it feel like 3 years
For some player hating snitching bitch
And after 12 o'clock partner we going to handle this
Put they heads on flat like lawerence taylor
Bullets flying everywhere they'll never find a cap peeler
With the rat-tat-tat rat-tat-taty
I'm a criss cross that ass i'm not the mack daddy
I'm a put that ass to sleep
And its a message from the motherfucking street
(chorus)
Something funky for the streets
And the niggas and the hoes
Verse 2
Top down as we ride thru the giggety streets
Og blood in my veins, but they don't know the p
Cause if they did they be ducking
Cause where i'm from its bout jacking and busting
Catch you slipping that could cost you your grave man
Triple gold ones the mark of a dead man
So why you slanging the keys, drinking the g's watch your g's
Cause in my street you'll get jacked in the county streets
(chorus)
Verse 3
I'm in the black chev coming down the highway
With the bump in the trunk leaning sideway
Tacked out with my 40 on my side g
Bumping shit like the ghetto's trying to kill me
See in 94 them bitches can't fade me
And to your dome its a 9 a 380
Or make that mac 10 tap dance on that ass
You see the no limit mob you better move fast
Being real cause the p don't high side
89 did my first fucking drive-by
Open fire with that deuce deuce on the crowd
They started yelling as the bithces started falling down
All i heard was sirens by the police
Ran thru the crowd act liked it wasn't me
Niggas in the back of the chev getting chroniced out
Just handled our business and we slowly smashed out
Now we on the freeway
Danked out, just bust caps and we got away
Tru g's in the dope game
But always coming thru with something funky for the streets man
(chorus)
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14. _ Intro (ghetto's Trying To Kill Me)
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