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1. _ Gangsta Bitch
Chorus (2x):
If she ain't a gangsta bitch
Then i don't want her don't want her
And if she ain't a gangsta bitch
Then i don't need her
You can keep her
Master p:
I need a bitch to hold my stash, a bitch to give me some ass
And when i'm on the run i need a hoe to send me some cash
I'm a ball 'til i fall and that's the first right
I need a bitch to watch my house while i live the streetlife
And i know it sound crazy
I want a gangsta bitch to have my baby
And pack a 380
And ride calm by the po-pos with dope in the mercedes
And known to be a lady
And massage me with hennessy and weed when she bathe me
Chorus (2x)
Steady mobbin' #1:
She gotta be a gangsta bitch bout that gangsta shit
I'm living this gangsta life doing this mob-style shit
I smash like clyde but need that bonnie on the side
To hold my straps and busts caps at niggas naps
We can sip hen be homies and best friends
Smash off x-o get his and hers m-10's
Collect my cash, conduct yourself with class
Get respect from my soldiers everytime you pass
When i can't be seen you can inform my team
Call that shot to keep the block on pop
And can pop, more chickens than k-f-c
Lay down organize crime be my d-o-g
Chorus (2x)
Steady mobbin' #2:
I need a gangsta bitch, i need a gangsta gimp
I need a top notch shorty to hold my clip
And don't be afraid to fall in love with a thug
All you get from this lesson baby girl is true love
She was dapping me, coronel, on my jump when i was locked down
My black queen's sendin' me lex to the carpound
She see me now she closer than my bitch
She my boo cause she down to do some gangsta shit
And if a bitch trip
She down to boot her for free
My little mama go to work everyday
I run the streets she's a g bitch
Chorus (2x)
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2. _ Family Business
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3. _ 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
Fuck 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 fucked 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
Fucked 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 fucked 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 fucking with me and b-o-n-e
Yeahhh
We the mo thug warriors warriors
Fuck them stories that them haters be telling
Huh
You run up we murder ya
Stressed out niggas on weed
Fuck 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 fucking 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 fucking rapper that went before us
Yah heard me?
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4. _ Da Last Don
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
Fuck the politcians the media and the government
The fucking 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 fucking 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 fuck 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 motherfuckin' 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 motherfuckin' 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?
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5. _ Eternity
This is an invitation for all my thug niggas to come join me
On a journey to the ever lasting ship of eternal life
A place where there's no violence no pain no crime no prisons no ghettos
Nothing but sunshine at the end of the road so come with me let's ride
All my thug niggas ride to eternity let's ride nigga let's ride nigga (2x)
[c-murder]
Nigga back in the days i was afraid of the police
Just another paranoid drugdealer on the streets
My ghetto hero was above the law i caught a glimpse of a bullet
That took him down like a south paw uneducated to the game of life
I was hated to the grave but the pen kept my mind right
A young motherfucker doomed since day one
Shit i'm a fool i'm a ball 'til my time come
A g to me is like a mil' on the streets i'm a kill just to eat
And leave my enemies on the concrete they say a soft heart
Make a bitch nigga stay alert stay alive that's the code of a thug nigga
I wanna rob and steal but crime pays the bill niggas know i'm real
So my pain is what they feel i'm a rider tru niggas gone feel me
C-murder ain't gone die 'til a bitch nigga kill me
All my thug niggas ride to eternity let's ride nigga let's ride nigga (2x)
[master p]
How many niggas want to ride with me
When i'm gone don't my fuckin' soldier cry for me
I want the nigga that did it to die with me
And his mama and his brother take a ride with me
Cuz i'm a killer (a killer) nigga baller
Servin' up the 3rd ward cali or new orla'
Nigga like the devil with the motherfuckin' red prints
Fight me like a monkey on top of an elephant
The game got me crazy profecy dazy
This god wasn't ? when a nigga tried to play me
God won't you save me nigga only baby only time could take me
Mama why you made me like is like slavey tech-nines and three eighties
Homies live in shady pray for your baby my first born replace me
This ghetto might waste me i'm a hunted bitch like ghostly
It be a nigga close to me that take me
All my thug niggas ride to eternity let's ride nigga let's ride nigga (4x)
[mr. serv-on]
They told me in this life those who start off last a end up first
Those who start up first a end up last
Last time i saw a .45 blast a nigga who was last should be doin' 50 years
Without parole life is cold but it fair fuck the mayor that coward bastard
Ask him durin' his term how many niggas sawt jail cells and found cascidy
Place me the plastic when its time to shoot only god will know the truth
What's in a nigga's blood is in his heart
From the start my pain was irreversable the book on how to kill a nigga
Is unwritable my title don't sulitify our right to tell a child how
To live his life or how to stop a man when he beat his wife but if you turn
Your back grab your gun we could ride tonight
And ain't no game as i stroll on
Nigga you know this s-e-r-v mister get my ride on
All my thug niggas ride to eternity let's ride nigga let's ride nigga (4x)
Hahhahaha the media point the finger at me like i'm the bad guy
But its ok just take a good look at me i'm no different then your average
Businessman society wants to eliminate me but uh in a few years
You be wishin' you had another don like me sincerly yours america's
Nightmare master p
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6. _ Ride
Picture this nigga me a ghetto millionaire
And all my fucking 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 (3x)
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(2x)
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(3x)
Nigga we riders (riders) for every fucking one of us they take
We takin' a hundred of them
We gonna make some motherfuckin' 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 motherfuckin' game nigga we too motherfuckin' legit to quit
So ya'll read about that and ya'll motherfuckin' 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 motherfuckin' 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 fucking 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 motherfucking last dizon
Now this is for all my no limit soldiers from the south to the west
To the east to the motherfuckin' 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 fuck if i
Just got off parole nigga i'm gonna protect me and mines nigga
You protect you and yours
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7. _ Ghetto Love
Chorus (2x):
You just don't know what you do to me
And i hope you know what you got
Master p:
I remember walking you from school and homies hate me
But i ain't tripping cause i knew one day girl you'd be my lady
Probably have my baby i know it sound crazy
But thugs need love and if you real girl save me
Your loyalty got me a sucker for love
And when i went to jail you sent kisses and hugs
And i could feel your lips through your letters
You said wait for me, 'cause you down with whatever
Now i'm out girl and we balling
Mansions, 600 benzes, lex luther, trucks and ferraries
Rolex watches and bracelets
Diamonds on your ears and taking trips in foreign places
Now we be hooked like drugs
But you been there from the beginning, that's why we call it ghetto love
And i hope you know what you got
You just don't know what you do to me
And i hope you know what you got
Mia x:
My thug love got the weight of the world on his shoulders
So every chance i get i try to grab him and hold him
Boo you know i care, i'm gone be there through the toughest of times
Trying not to ever stress ya take the pressure off ya mind
You my kind of nigga ain't nobody else gone do
I can't see being in love without you
Beside me, inside me, nothing can divide you and me
That's why them other broads know we gone be
I ain't tripping, although your ass be slipping sometimes
Running around and creeping but you know just where to find your true love
Before the fame the big names and the money
I was at the bus stop with you honey
That's why you got me pushing phat ass rides
With a swoll bank account living in a million dollar house, but don't doubt
If you gotta go back to the projects i won't diss ya
I'm coming right with ya cause i love you thug
Chorus (5x)
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8. _ 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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' with ya'll bustas
No bustas got game nigga, change nigga
Fuckin' 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 fuckin' with no tricks, yah get clowned nigga
Lay it down
Lay it down let's hit 'em
I ain't bout no fuckin' 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 fuckin' talkin', let my 9 fuckin' 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 muthafuckin' 9 get 'em
Fuck rappin' bout it
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9. _ Get Your Paper
Master p: ughhh! ha ha!
E-40: oooo! huh? p what
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10. _ Rock-a-bye Haters
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11. _ Reverse The Game
(??????) man, whatchou got to work with, you aint got no silence around?
(??????) i ain't need no fuckin' silence, when i see this nigga i'm gonna blow
His fuckin' socks off.
(??????) as soon as the nigga come through the door bro, we gonna kill this
Nigga.
(walking)
(??????) man, be quiet, be quiet, here they come.
(click, more walking.)
(??????) man, you cut the lights off?
(??????) fuck no man, who turned the fuckin' lights off?
(??????)......fuckin thought you turned the lights off.
(??????) fuck no bro!
(master p) naw nigga, i cut the mother-fuckin lights off.
Boom! boom!
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12. _ 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 wanna be his lady and probably have his baby
You just wanna ride and get inside
So yall can roll around town like bonnie and clyde
But we don't trip we just pack that heat
How many thug nigga bitches wanna 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 fuck 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 wanna love you forever and make you my babies dad
I aint mad but i aint 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 wanna sweat, you wanna 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
Aint 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
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13. _ Snitches
Snitch: what's happening?
Snoop: what you mean what's up, nigga
Snitch: what, what's happening man?
Snoop: i need to holler at you nigga, come here
Snitch: for what, what's happening
Snoop: fuck you doing hanging out with the police and shit, nigga?
Snitch: man i wasn't hanging with the police man
Snoop: oh, you didn't think i seen you
Snitch: man, you trippin' man
Snoop: i seen you jump out that car, nigga
Snitch: nah man, fuck that dog
Snoop: you snitching now, nigga
Snitch: man, hell nah i ain't snitching
Snoop: what else you doing with the police, you must be snitching
Let me holler at you nigga
Come here bro
Snitch: oh man
Snoop doggy dogg:
How many real niggas is locked away
Behind some bitch-ass nigga with a whole lot to say
Man fools is confused ain't no rules to this game
Niggas be telling the feds where a nigga lay his head
Giving them niggas code names
Cold game, but i can't even say shit about it
'cause if i catch you slipping, dipping tripping i'm getting rowdy
Killer snitch fuck a bitch i throw 'em both in a ditch
Cause they can't stand to see a young nigga getting rich
I'm destined for fame
Oh bitch-ass niggaz putting salt in the game
Put a stain on your brain 'cause i shall remain
And i know longer dwells in the cocaine game
It's a shame the way the game has switched
And the police man trying to take my shit
I caught a nigga one day jumping out of a cop car
I ain't saying no names but this nigga's a rap star
Walking real fast then he dashed in my backyard
Buff ass nigga perpetrating to act hard
In the front seat with no cuffs on
I ask him bout the discussion he say the wrong thing i rush him
Dust him, 'cause i can't trust him
Plus he working with the boys we bring the noise so fuck 'em
I tuck him in the trunk, i ain't fuckin' with no punk
Nigga snitching nigga missing cause we twisting
And that's for all my real niggaz locked up
And you bitches that be snitching when a homie sock you up
Bitch fix your mouth and get your head right
Oh get your muthafuckin' ass out my muthafuckin' house tonight
Just like a bitch quick to call the police
But ain't no telling on me and then belling on me
Look here, me and p we getting riches
And oh yeah don't forget to tell them bitches
Muthafuck you snitches
Chorus:
Snitches snitches snitches
Y'all be running they mouth just like bitches
Snitches snitches snitches
Niggaz be running they mouth just like bitches
Snitches snitches snitches
They be running they mouth just like bitches
Snitches snitches snitches
I got a slug for ya'll muthafuckin' snitches
Master p:
I heard a nigga snitching from his jail cell
And when he get out will he live, only time will tell
Nigga riding with the police
Used to be my homie now the punk bitch hating on me
I guess the nigga mad cause i'm ballin'
Task kicked the nigga door in now he talking
My little cousin jimmy told me in jail he was a drag queen
Now he on probation drug dealer with a tape machine
Watch the bitch he got a camera
But when i catch the nigga i'ma slam him down with a hammer
And 17 nails
'cause bitches talk shit and snitches get killed
Master p:
Snitches, snitches, snitches
Niggaz that run they muthafuckin' mouth like bitches
That's snitches, snitches
Federal niggaz in the muthafuckin' ghetto
Federal niggaz that's in the muthafuckin' penatentiary
Niggaz with muthafuckin' license to capture other niggaz
But they ain't got no muthafuckin' badges but they still catching cases
Snitches, snitches, i know y'all niggaz trying to get us
Snitches, snitches punk bitches, bitches
Niggaz was bitches when they was on the streets, and they bitches in jail
That's what snitches is
Tthat's niggaz with purses nigga, pocket books, nigga
Niggaz with dresses, snitches
This for y'all bitches
To all ya'll niggaz i feel ya muthafuckin' pain
Watch y'all muthafuckin' self
The haters got the high beam on
They got lights on top of they muthafuckin' cutlasses
I know who y'all is niggaz
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14. _ 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 fuckin' choose yo' wars
Or be like me muthafucka and do it with two guns
[chorus--master p x3]
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--master p x2]
[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 fuck 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--master p x2]
[mystikal]
It's real, shit's real check my war wounds
This here real life, ain't no fuckin' 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 fuck 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 muthafuckas that i did my best
Middle finga pointin' sayin' fuck iraq
If you don't believe me check my combat pack
[chorus--master p x3]
[snoop dogg]
I got a muthafuckin' story to tell
Nigga, nigga what?
A muthafuckin' story to tell (what?)
Fool, i got a muthafuckin' 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..
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15. _ Goodbye To My Homies
[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 that outweighed 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]
Yall need to smile for my ghetto heroes nigga
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, c and silkk, we got all the 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
Aint it 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 i see your face on a t-shirt
I just pray to god it's hard wishing it would get better
And watch it, cause death or funerals 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 when they'll be here tommorow
[sons of funk/mo b. dick]
Chorus
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16. _ 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 fuck cause niggas down here bout it bout it
One nation in god we trust
But then you say saddam ain't gon fuck 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
(repeat 2x)
[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 times
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17. _ Let's Get Em
Yo locs nigga shit, i know you done whipped up this muthaphukkin dope, but
We gonna break these niggas off. but, uh i need to go out and handle my
Buisiness with some of these niggas, cause uh niggas out here are rappin, or
Should i say yappin. they dont realize that, nigga this is real life. this
Reality. you know what im sayin? nigga when you say somethin about a
Nigga, you got to be ready to die for that shit. you know what im sayin? i
Mean its like uh, niggas out here wanna be me. heh. niggas know the real
From the fake man. i smell a muthafuckin jealousy everywhere i go. niggas
Is wearin it. but uh, we bout to handle this muthafuckin shit. we gonna
Set the muthafuckin record straight. ugggh.
There they go
There they go
There they go
Uggghhh!
Pass me them thangs
Lets get em!
3 x
I get swoll like a boulder
Bitch im a soldier
Yall runnin from the rollers
I slang tapes like crack
My rhymes so pure you hit it with 2,7
8 come back
And the game wont change cause im the dopeman
But why yall niggas still runnin all off at the mouth man
Tru niggas dont talk shit
We in the game stackin gs
Yall niggas still tryna get me
With playas and hustlas
But chall cant make no money
Cause yall niggas bustas!
Hahm bra
The game wont change
Yall niggas mad cause master p got some change
Seen a nigga in the ghetto slangin dope
Now yall buyin my shit out the record store
And yo baby momma lovin me
And everytime you turn on the tv
I feel ya muggin me
But i cant be stopped
Cause real tru niggas make their money from slangin rocks
Heh yall niggas slangin bunk rhymes
Thats why im in the game, and i got mine
And yall jewish brothas hollerin that black shit
Quick to sell a muthafucka to the white bitch
For 15%
That aint enough money to pay my muthafuckin rent
I made a movie nigga think im slangin coke a lees
Nobody questions bill when hes smokin weed
And pac and biggie taught me a lesson
What?
Never leave without your smith n wesson.
Bitch you went from the man that go ahhh
And the man that go uggh
I ought to be proof up your ass that there just aint no limit to the shit
We been doin
Only way to keep you from sayin my name is to put my dick in your mouth
I piss on your porch, shit in your house
Somebody said that you were talkin about me
I heard that
I could fuck you up with words but you dont deserve that
Go ahead rhymes rest your fuckin barber, but hurry back
I took a brain outta my own head
Whip yo ass with one of my platts
You mad cause im bringin home big ol shows my nigga with no tax
Jumpin cause we got a bigger fan bases and gold plats
Unfortunately a couple of things that in this industry that niggas dont
Understand
90 percent of this shit is your buisiness
10 percent of this shit is your timing
Slangin tapes across the whole planet
Mystikal, master p, silkk tha shocker
We gonna keep this bitch jammin
Above the standard
No limit on the charts slammin
Fuckin wit what we planned
Well gonna leave you dead where you standin
Aint that fool yall
Whenever we have to fuckin talk
We be silent
Or should i say real silent
Real niggas they speak with fuckin violence
Thats why i play a muthafucka like hockey
They mad cause they ho jock me
They cant stop me
So their result is to fuckin copy
I say p where they at?
There they go
I spot em i got em
Got em!
Probably man thinks they on the muthafuckin top they on the bottom
See uh, you run your mouth
Nigga, ill be like nigga what!
What
Tryna talk some shit about em, they wanna be just like us!
They talk about one
They talk about all of fuckin us
Fuckin white roll real killas dealas who dont give a fuck!
See im on some evil murderous devil shit
Got some niggas over they head they couldnt get off
I was the devilest
So what you sayin nigga
I roll with niggas with big triggers
Million dolla shit niggas with big figures
Tru niggas
Yall can tell, we soldiers off the back
We dont fuck around we stay strapped
Fucked up talkin bout you know where we at
Wherever, whenever, however it goes
I wash your mouth out with soap
Rush to you outside know what im sayin
No fuckin mo!
Here we go
All yall fake ass niggas. nigga gon get chall. cause you know what? a
Real tru nigga, when he go to jail, he never rat on his potna. he get
Caught by the police tru niggas dont talk. whenever tru nigga falled off
In the street, he hustles. cause tru niggas know how to pop back up. they
Dont need to use other niggas names. another niggas muthafuckin game. a
Tru nigga is a muthafuckin man. gotta stand on his own nigga. all yall
Fake niggas, yall eventually gonna fade with the muthafuckin wind. until
Then nigga we bout it bout it n rowdy rowdy nigga. no limit for life.
T-r-u nigga and when i say t-r-u, i mean the whole no limit family. the
Muthafuckin group tru, master p, cmurder, and silkk nigga. family.
Remember that.
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18. _ So Many Souls Deceased
Ok you wanna go to war with me
I take you to war
I told you i don't kill no mothafucking kid
Look at you now you stupid fuck you stupid fuck.
Chorus (2x):
I done seen so many souls deceased
That's why i ride with alot of killers with me
Master p:
The last don be my name i feel i'm trapped in the game
Alot of shit done changed to protect the guilty in the dope game
Such as getting paid nigga turning to the feds nigga
Its a risky business the mob putting hearts ass in niggaz beds nigga
And homies going sour take 'em to the pen and they cowards
I'm not scarface, but after the money and the power
And ask yourself who's the realest nigga you know
And if you ask me it be some niggaz out the calliope
Like glenn miss, sam scuddy, pee-wee
L. broadnax, slim some dead some in jail g
Cause this game is so real
And niggaz hustle like the last don 'til they get killed
??????
Chorus (4x)
The commision #1:
Syndicated crime at its finest, started off dimeless
I bless the mic device and now my ice got you blinded
I stone the liquor so thing this shit is a gimmick
The last don and the commission t-s-o click and no limit
From start to finish for this paper look i'm all in it
Rules in the game i bent in in a tank that can't be dented
Drama we always in it cause many niggaz be ph'n
Mad that's why they busting they ass we on vacation
The unexpected done happened nigga we blowing up
Soundtracks and platinum plats whoa there ain't no holding us
Give a fuck if ya like me care less if you don't
Bitch respect the flame in the tank making this bitch jump
Chorus (4x)
The commision #2:
The shit about to slow we living
Like malt liquors in and out of court niggaz
The commission on a money making position a team of street smart niggaz
Living this triple beam dream
Godfather bless a nigga with weight
Now we havin' ok receiving shipments in by the crates
Its that organized goodguy goodfella shit
The other level living like better shit
They crime family can barely ride hustling to gather shit
Ain't nobody seperates spiral and no limit
The last don and the commission in this money making position
The commision #3:
I put 4-5 slugs in niggaz neck niggaz respect anothe casualty
I live my life jaggedly and carry myself savagely
Boy ya'll ain't fucking with no run of the mill niggaz hoss
We kill niggaz we kill as a little nigga by my waist under my hilfigger
I'm trying to make a multimillion come up before i'm dead
A twisted no limit wanted soldiers so holler when ya listening
I put it on these dreads in my head the commission can't be faded
With the last don in my corner its a sign the nigga made it
Chorus (2x)
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19. _ 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
??? 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 fuck
Thay allowed to carry guns
Can't never be convicted
Who that law fuck?
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
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20. _ The Ghetto's Got Me Trapped
You fell into my trap why don't you go ahead and destroy yourselves
You fucking 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 fuckin' 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 fuck 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 fucked 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)
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21. _ More 2 Life
Chorus (4x):
This ghetto got me crazy
But there's more to life than bitches, weed and a mercedes
Master p:
Jealous niggaz wanna see me dead, hoes wanna steal my bread
Only time will tell the truest shit i ever said
Now i'm walking with the devil (with the devil)
And they done banned my movies because a nigga from the ghetto
No nominees from the grammies
But ask every nigga who bought ghetto d do we sell whammies
Tears in my eyes from these street pains
That last time i seen my little brother was in a sheet man
And the feds follow me like i'm slanging crack
Wasting tax dollars cause i'm young, rich, famous and black
Chorus (4x)
Master p:
Its a new slavery times done changed
Took the shackles off our wrists and put 'em on our brains
Got us killing up each other
Crack babies in the hood with aids infected mothers
Hypocrite preachers teaching the word
And gave us shelters and rehab when dope hit the suburbs
Watch bill gates buying islands
See we from the ghetto where ain't nobody smiling
Where the poor live hungry
And penatentiaries packed sell t-shirts off my dead homies
Chorus (2x)
C-murder:
I'm still mad at the world 'cause i ain't got nothing to lose
Alot of young cats out there i know wanna stand in my shoes
I'm just a young thug nigga god helped me out with some paper
Mothafuckas call me c-murder 'cause they no i ain't no faker
Duck and dodgin' penatentiaries and running from debt
I ain't got nothing but no limit so i'm a represent it 'til my last breath
My tattoos represent my thoughts like a work of art
My mama cried when she saw fear, my pain tatted cross my heart
My enemies dropping like flies, nosy bitches wanna know why
Just take the c off my name and you left with a homicide
You see the ghetto made me crazy, but it also made me realize
I thank god for my hard times keep ghetto ties make me hard to kill
Chorus (4x)
This ghetto got us crazy, but you know what
There's more to life than bitches, weed and mercedes
This for all the ghetto stars out there
Going through a thing
All my homies in the penatentiary
I feel y'all pain
To all my dead homies that caught up in the ghetto
Rest in peace (kevin miller, 2pac, biggie smalls)
To all my no limit soldiers
The ghetto got us crazy, but we gotta overcome
It's foolish, ya heard me
Chorus
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22. _ These Streets Keep Me Rollin'
Chorus: x4
(master p)
These streets keep me rollin'
Can't stop cause these presidents i'm holdin'
(master p)
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
Chorus: x4
(fiend)
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
Fuck 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 neice
I'm the beast
You know me fiend the glock carrier
Fuck 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 fuck 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 thru my eyes
Just shit we deal with livin these tru lies
Chorus till end
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23. _ Mama Raised Me
Chorus:master p
Daddy wasn't home so mama raised me
I'ma thug but still mama bathed me (4x)
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 muthafuckas 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 (2x)
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 muthafucka 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 fuck
Two strikes in my life, a nigga fed up
Mama said don't let up, and baby boy keep your head up
Chorus (2x)
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 (4x)
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24. _ Make Em' Say Uhhhh #2
(phone ringing)
No limit studios-"no limit studio"
Master p-"yo nigga, whatcha'll workin' on?"
Nls-"nigga, who the fuck is this?"
Mp-"this p, nigga, whats happenin'"
Nls-"this ain't no mutha fuckin' p. nigga, you ain't got shit betta to
Do than play on the muthafuckin' phone?"
Mp-"man, take me off muthafuckin' speaker-phone an' pick the phone up.
This p nigga. stop fuckin' playin'"
Nls-"nigga, if this fuckin p, nigga, say 'uhh', nigga. fuck"
Mp-"nigga, i ain't bout to say no muthafuckin' 'uhh'. pick the phone up,
Nigga"
Nls-"nigga, what?"
Mp-"i'm on my muthafuckin' way right now"
Nls-"come on then, come on then nigga"
Da last don, nigga (remix)
Ha ha (ha ha)
Master p:
Make em say uhhhh!
Uhhhh!
Na na na na
Na na na na
Make em say uhh
Uhh
Uhh
Uhh
Uhh
Uhh
Uhh
Uhh
Uhh
Uhh
Uhh
I told ya i'm the colonel of this muthafuckin' tank
Don't make me get rowdy and start pullin rank
My comrads with tanks
With diamonds and tru tats
We make em say 'uhhhh'
An' 'how ya do that'
Third ward hustlaz
On these streets chasin' riches
Penetentury chances
Cause this a risky buissiness
A no limit souldier
Commanderin' cheif
An' michael jackson
Can't rock a muthafuckin' party like me
I'm bumpin' for the real niggaz, playaz, and hustlaz
Qualified killaz, certified head-bustaz
Got love for the north, south, east, to the west
Soldierz throw ya rag, killaz how ya' vest
Flashin' red lights
Runnin' from the rollerz
If life was a movie, 'cut'
Pass me the dojah
Chorus:
Make em say uhh
Uhh
Na na na na
Na na na na
X3
Fiend:
Well, if ya knew
Something. fiend
Still tryin' to do somethin'
Tru smokaz dont gotta blow
We done already blew sumpthin
I still want the green, cornbread, and the cabbage
No limit savage
One known as the baddest
When i was bustin out expeditions you wasnt ready
Bangin like soft black cannon
Bangin' out the 4-7
(???) a machete
I dig da dirt and bury
Fiend, the excited private on any mercinary
I hurt an' make you worry
Like this were you
Can't get get a tank dog salute
P's already suit
I represent the boot
An' the world is rowdy, rowdy
Makin' you say uhhh
With the colonol, mr. bout it
Chorus x2
Silkk:
P gon' make ya say uhhh
I'm gon' make ya say ahhhhhhh
But this time i'm gon' get rowdy by sayin na na na na na
I'm a cash deala'
A no limit ass kicka'
I'm a bad nigga
Fast nigga
Ain't the last nigga
Keep my mind on my money because i like riches
House full of tight bitches
An' call me, i might hitcha
Now make em say na na na
Tryin ta act hard core
Betta for the flow
Na na na na na na
Now get the ball loose
Kick the boot an drop the verse (64-5)
I'm tryin' to clock the scrilla
But it's hard not to hurt
Now i'm a no limit soldier
So i get my strength through my duties
Bout to make em scream 'mister'
Like the movie (na na na na na)
Chorus x2
Mia x:
You know we showed you once before the tank couldn't be stopped
Playa hataz jack alot cause they just jockin' they spot
Off the top
Think not
Run up on me
Cock 9 milla mamma mia
Asshole eata
Head still wouldn't wanna be ya
See ya
At the top of billboards
Yeah we lookin down
Wavin at you muthfuckaz
How you like me now?
Cuz dis country, way back
Laugh at bout it bout it
Now everybody screams they want to be rowdy rowdy
T-r-u what we claim
Represent dat dirty south
4-star major general mamma work and come out about
I ride wit no limit soldiers
Yes we checkin'
Wit' the colonel master p
He be the ghetto dad (?)
Paper chasaz what they labled us
Heaven knows
If that ass tried to play wit us
Gotta go
So we know what we do
It's never gon die
World-wide in yo' hood
P gon' make ya say
Wooooo
Chorus x2
Snoop dogg:
Man, i'm smokin' on some chop-chop from s-g-v
No limit family wit' the d-p-g
Last don, big dogg, what's up? what's happenin'?
Nigga run up
We gon' tear da club up
Top rank, best dank mo' bank in dis game
Who could t be? ya'll know my muthafuckin' name
I ain't neva met a gangsta who ain't loved to bang
Especially one who can't represent they game
See, when a no limit soldier walks in the house
Nigga get em up, we gon turn this bitch out
Booooooooooom
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25. _ Soldiers, Riders And 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 mothafuckin 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 mothafuckin 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 mothafuckin 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 fuck we smoke we bank we blast
When we gona rap with my car car around yo mothafuckin
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 fuckin 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 fuckin ?? 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 mothafuckin no limit troops
We ridas
We ridas
We ridas
Nigga we don't talk we ridas
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26. _ Hot Boys And Girls
[master p]
Uhhhhhh, ha ha
Where the real niggas at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there
Where the real bitches at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there
Where the real niggas at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there
Where the real bitches at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there
Where the real niggas at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there
[mystikal]
Nigga, i'm the buzz in your weed and the bubbles in your beer
M-y-s-t-i-kal its the man right chea
I ain't the '90 through the '94 buffallo bills
I ain't dennis rodman's hair and i ain't holyfield's ear
I ain't that damn man you see standin' at the appollo
I ain't that 298 dollar 60 cent check from mcdonald's
Bitch i'm the line through the "t" and the dot on the "i"
I'm the motherfuckin' crocodile tears when you cry
I'm the lightning in bad weather!
I'm that nigga in that picture on your girlfriend dresser
I ain't no ho, i ain't no punk, i ain't no bitch, i ain't no fag
I ain't no sucker, i ain't no trick, i ain't no snitch, i ain't no rat
I'm that $20,000 a pop every stop when i'm tourin'
I'm that "fire!" on that last verse of "make 'em say uhhh!"
I ain't that same ol' same, ordinary, everyday rapper
Bitch, i killed kenny, so i guess i'm that bastard!
[master p]
Where the hot boys at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there
Where the hot girls at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there, over there, over there x2
[mia x]
I'm the bitch that say bring it on if you want to
From the city where we known, baby for what we goin do
I'm the lady alligator who's the calm in that water
I'm the migrane in your head bumping harder and harder
I'm the floss hard hoe nigga that cocks the squat
Dead smack on your face like that infrared dot
I'm the index finger on the trigger, don't move
Woops, saw you blink your eyes now you goin make the news
If i catch you in the club and you start to trippin
I'm the fifty brass knuckles that's goin hit your chin
All the snitchers sitting down with the feds to yap
I'm the loud hard chhh on the rat trap
I'm the drama in your heart when your people get killed
I'm the feeling in your stomach when you get your last meal
I'm the hardcore undisputed hip-hop diva
I'm the lady on report card day i'm mama mia
[master p]
Where the real niggas at
Where they at, where they at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there
Where the real bitches at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there
Where they at, where they at
[silkk the shocker]
Ahhhhhhh!
I'm the past that always seems to come back and haunt ya
I'm the four five carrier, mister grenade launcher
I'm the nigga with the gun, that reacts where the dollar at
I'm the nigga with the six hundred everybody's tryin to holler at
I be the bookie that you pay niggas to keep off your ass
I be the reason why you didn't pass, the reason why you cut class
I be the reason why they buried ya, and carried ya
I be the nigga that put the wood in your fiance
The reason why she didn't marry ya
I be the nigga that trying to keep round, and hang around your sister
I be the nigga they call silkk the shocker, you might call me mister!
Now i got a drop top, i'm a ghetto wise guy
Military minding, front lining, all up for a drive by
Case over like the last don, like all the cash gone
Answer wrong, cause i'm the little brother of the last don
???? can't mix, flip shit, loose licks ain't shift
Plus i gotta pair of seamans shoes, can i make fit, your a fake bitch
Keep my ice wrist, keep her tight bitch, between the trigger
Keep a tight grip, infared on my shit so i don't miss
Now i'm that razor that cuts the dope, it aint nothin but a 504
Member the one they call vito, yeah that's me (you know)
[master p]
Where the hot boys at
Where they at, where they at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there
Where the hot girls at
Where they at, where they at
Right chea, right chea
Over there, over there
[kane & abel]
I'm the enemy behind, so watch your back
When the live brown hit the chamber, i'm the click clack
When you run, i'm the danger, i'm the smack and the pimp slap
I'm the shit that bubble up when you cook that crack
The nigga that fucked up the party when i pull my strap
The nigga that fucked all the hoes i'll be trying to mack
I was scarface, sniffing with his nose in coke
The nigga that taught your little brother
How to cook that dope (kane & abel)
The first nigga on the block that make your momma deep throat
I'm the hustlin ass nigga with the watches and the cold
[master p]
Where the real niggas at
Where they at, where they at
Where the real bitches at
Where they at, where they at
Where the hot boys at
Where they at, where they at
Where the hot girls at
Where they at, where they at
Where they at, where they at, where they at, where they at
Where the hot boys at
Where the hot girls at
[master p]
I'm the balls on your cell, i'm the fire down in hell
I'm the ice cream bells, i'm the gas you pump at shell
Nigga, i'm the wheels on the tank, ha ha
I'm the million dollars that you want from the bank
I'm a diamond on a ring, i'm your brains when you think
I'm your bartender when you drink, i'm oj without the shank
Nigga, i'm the m in fuckin mob (mob)
I'm the clothes that you wear when you wanna jump shob
I'm the super in dome, i'm the c in chrome
I'm the hurricane that knock down your motherfucking home
I'm the k in killer, i'm the d in drug dealer
I'm the g in gangsta nigga, i'm the realest nigga
That you ever wanna meet when you walking on the street
I'm the gold on your teeth, i'm the nike's on your feet
I'm the nigga that moan when he rap (uhhhhhhhhh)
I'm the nigga that ran through your fucking hood and bust caps
I'm the nigga with these rhymes, i'm the last don
And i'm a end this motherfucker cause it aint no more time
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