Ghetto
Dope
Ghetto D
Let's Get 'Em
I miss my Homies
Tryin 2 do somethin
Captian Kirk
Make 'em say UGH
Only time will tell
After Dollars, No Cents
Gangstas need love
Pass me Da Green
Water bubbling, Voice in
background repeating "make crack like this" Masta P
Imagine substitutin crack for music I mean dope tapes This is how
we would make it. (There it is right there) For all you playas,
hustlaz, ballas and even you smokas Ma ma ma ma make crack like
this Masta P Ghetto Dope No Limit Records (Ma ma ma make crack
like this) Part of the Tobacco, Firearms, and Freedom of Speech
Committee. Thank you dope fiends for your support. Ha ha. (Beat
starts) C Murder Let me give a shot out to the D Boys (drug
dealas) Neighborhood dope man I mean real niggas Thata make a
dolla out a fifteen cents Ain't got a dime, but I rides and pay
the rent Professional crackslanger I serve fiends I once went to
jail for having rocks up in my jeans But nowadays I be too smart
for the Taz C Murder been known to keep the rocks up in the
skillet man Waitin on a kilo they eight I'm straight you dig What
you need ten Ain't no fuckin order too big And makin crack like
this is the song You won't be getting yo money if yo shit ain't
cooked long Never cook yo dope it might come out brown Them
fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town But fuck that I'm bout to
put my soldias in the game And tell ya how to make crack from
cocaine. 1. Look for the nigga wit the whitest snow 2. No buying
from no nigga that you don't know make yo way to the kitchen
where the stove be You get the baking soda I got yo D Get the
triple beam and measure out yo dope Mix one gram of soda every
seven grams of coke An shake it up until it get harder Then sit
the tube in some ready made cold water Twist the bitch like a
knot while it's still hot And watch that shit while it can rise
to the fuckin top Now ya cocaine powda is crack. Nigga I hopes
you strapped cause you might get jacked. Ghett Ghett Ghett Ghetto
Dope Ma Ma Ma Ma Make Crack like this Ghett Ghetto Dope (Repeat 4
times) Silkk My phone rang I picked it up (Need some weight) What
you need (Silkk bout a coupla K) I had it all into powder but it
ain't no thang Gimme a coupla hours I have it all in a cake Trust
nobody got my gun and went an smacked Kane and Abel You probably
catch me choppin ki's choppin ki's up on my mom's table I got a
big order for some coke I called some hoes up I want ya'll but
naked while you cookin up my dope I told ya'll we some Tru G's
See me and P and C ??? with uzi's Choppin up two ki's Baby
twenty-four oz's a piece Cause see if it ain't about money Then
it ain't about me Hella mail from sales Hella yeah for scales
Come up short My money jumpin yo ass like bail First of all you
gotta have nuts Don't give a fuck Cause when I bust niggas guts
They know if it miss it ain't by much Thinkin short like I'm only
seventeen A coupla dope fiends Some oz's A triple beam And then
playa hit yo block And tell a bitch nigga to raise up off the
spot That's why I acts like this But I rides rims, them gold D's
(Ma Ma Make Crack like this) I made crack like this Chorus Masta
P Nigga Nigga never let a nigga Front you no dizos Start from the
ground Work yo way up to a kilo Get some killas on yo team Keep
one up in the chamber For the jackas and the dope fiends Fools
come short get rowdy Kick down doors Show mutha fuckas that ya
bout it bout it Break ki's down to oz's Never buy any dope
Without weighin it on the triple beam Fuck soda use V-12 Keep a
stash for the tryin to take other niggas clientele Check the man
made junk for residue Cause every fiend you miss want three or
two 1. Never talk on the phone in ya house 2. Never slang dope
out ya baby momma's house 3. Never fuck with snitches Cause
niggas that talk to the police is bitches 4. Keep a low key And
if you movin weight Treat yo'self to an uzi The first hit for
free (damn) But the next time you see me You betta have twenty G
5. Never pay Pimp hoes for the pussy That's the 'Merican way
Clean up ya dirty money to good money Cause legal money last
longer than drug money. Chorus. Fade Out.
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.
I want ya'll to play this at
funerals in the hood. Til all this black on black crime stop.
Some say the blind lead the blind. But in the ghetto you never
know, When it's gon be yo time. [Sons of Funk, Mo B. Dick,
O'dell] Sittin at the ghetto thinkin bout All my homies passed
away (uuunnnggghhh!) Candy painted cadillacs and triple gold
That's how me and my boys rolled How could it be? Somebody took
my boy from me My best friend's gone And I'm so all alone I
really miss my homies Even though they gone away I know you in a
better place And I hope to see ya soon someday [Master P] I used
to hang with my boy even slang with my boy Used to bang with my
boy, goddam I miss my boy We started out youngstas in the park
throwin birds In your hearse, damn it's sad to see my nigga in
the dirt The game got me workin, got me perkin, never jerkin
Still blowin dolja fo ya cause I know you up there workin Ya
little baby's cool and ya baby's mama straight But today's a sad
day to see the t-shirt with ya face From the cradle to the grave,
from the streets we used to fall In the park you liked to ball,
put yo name upon the wall In the projects you's a legend on the
street you was a star But it's sad to see my homeboy ridin in
that black car A lotta soldiers done died, a lotta mothers done
cried You done took yo piece of the pie but you was too young to
retire Why soldiers ride for yo name leave it vain Some Gs never
change, damn they killed you for some change Smile for my homie
Kevin Miller my boy Randall The ghetto persons that lost they
loved ones to these ghetto scandals Take a minute to smile for
the dead (uuunnnggghhh!) Smile for the dead (RIP 2Pac, Makaveli)
All my homies who done made it to the crossroads (Biggie Smalls)
[Sons, Mo B. O'dell] How could it be? Somebody took my boy from
me (It's like I can't believe you gone) My best friend's gone
(Sometimes I feel like I can't go on) And I'm so all alone
(Everytime I see something you done left I really miss my homies
(It just remind me, more and more of you, dawg) Even though they
gone away (I just keep reminiscin) I know you in a better place
(Cause I know you alright) And I hope to see ya soon someday (And
I keep smilin, knowin I'm a see you in the crossroads] [Pimp C]
We used to grip on the grain and flip them candy toys But I'd
give up all that bullshit if I could get back my boy Off in the
club smokin weed til 3, hollerin at the hoes Spendin $4000 on me
on gators and clothes When I turned to rap, he had to chase the
game Nigga told me, "C, leave that dope, cause rappin is yo
thang" I ain't gone even lie, some nights I ride and cry
Wonderin why the real niggas always the ones to die So I just
smoke my weed and try to clear my mind I wish that I had the
power to turn back the hands of time I wonder if there's a heaven
up there for real Gs For all the niggas in the game that be
sellin keys I keep my memories, try to keep my head stromg But
baby it's hard to be strong, when yo main homie gone [Sons, Mo B.
O'dell] Even though you gone away (Even though you gone, you
ain't never gon be forgotten) I know you in a better place (Cause
as long as I'm here You gon live through me and other TRU playas)
I really miss my homies Even though they gone away I know you in
a better place And I hope to see ya soon someday [Silkk] I'm just
sittin here dazed thinkin bout all the times we had Thinkin the
past, some was good and some was bad Remember Dante? It was a
group of us, just a group of five Now three dead, one in jail, it
seem right now I'm the only one alive To all my soldiers before
me, may ya'll rest in peace When He took three, took my soul,
just the bodies He at the crossroads guide us out to the rest of
me Wishin I could rewind time like demos Me and you gettin girls,
writin down numbers like memos Makin million dollar bets, makin
all our money stretch like limos Even though I smile, it's sad,
but they say gangstas can't cry But if I close my eyes and
visualize me together Then I suddenly wanna smile To see you laid
down when it's yo time, when your time was up You never seen your
child, but he's here to remind us Even though you was wrong, I
never could belive that that was true You was with me forever,
you could check my rest in peace tattoos See me and C and P
forever gon be ridin and thuggin Rest in peace to all the ones
that didn't make it And rest in peace to my brother We gon miss
you (I love these fools) I know you in a better place (Every time
I get on my knees) And I hope to see ya soon someday (I pray for
you, I'm glad you in a better place I hope I see ya soon, ain't
no more killin Ain't no more fights, and ain't no more tears)
ugh ha, do that to one of
those tenderonies and uh, that mean you trying to do something
I'm trying to do something, ya'll hear that chorus: the eye
contact that you and I share make me wanna be real and make these
niggas disappear if I could I would and I ain't even frontin I'm
gonna be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something the eye
contact that you and I share make me wanna be real and make these
niggas disappear if I could I would and I ain't even frontin I'm
gonna be blunt with ya, look I'm trying to do something maybe
it's the bud in me, or the thug in P got these ghetto hoties
wanting to put they love in me I'm a G from the CP3 and dedicated
screaming No Limit Soldiers and these playa haters hate it relax
shorty, hit the blunt, drop the Ruger come close to a nigga, let
the P seduce ya work it like a Solo Flex, say you wanna a
ruff-neck Cristal and strawberries, weed smoking, rough sex I
want you to open your legs as wide as you could so I can hit from
the back with this nickle plated wood up and down like a roller
coaster from your stomach to your back let a gangsta poke ya I
ain't trippin, never slippin cause I got straps 9 months later,
we ain't bustin no caps crispy clean, no strings attached little
bump-n-grind, miss thang are you with that CHORUS I heard you
want a romance wont you lay up there and give me the chance I
ain't saying romance, now what you to be enhanced I'm matured
enough, and I ain't approached you for nothing and the reason I
came up off cause you workig with something now I done had a
little herb, now I done build up the nerve on top of that my head
tight from everything the boss serve I'm pitching, cause your
curves got me wanting to slide home and prove that I flip other
things besides ounz tel your girl you're gone, baby you gots to
rome he leaving with things, he get it on, get it on you cold
make me moan, so you up for screwing me please use engenuity when
you doing me damn you ??? blues with you matching hot shoes
pretty legs but knees gone get bruised there's no one gonna get
used ?????????? straight to the point shorty look I'm trying to
do something CHORUS back stage at the concerts peepin you wanted
me to see you and I'm thinking about creepin far from home,
destination unknown, rock bone hotel booked and I don't wanta be
alone maybe it's the tone got me visualizing this song
camouflauge love all night making me moan thug passion, in the
back seat ripping off your fashion run and tell your girls about
your night with the assassin I'm here tonight and the vibe is
right red and blue lights are glowing over Brian McKnight but
tomorrow my flight, and I'll be outta your sight take my address
down so you can write but for now lets do something fuck the
frontin and the talking my dogs just about barkin take your
outfit off and put the soldiers shit on and go to the war with me
pager number's on the desk hit me when you trying to do something
CHORUS
Intro: [Master P] Are you
ready to boldly go, where no family has gone before? The Ghetto
Enterprise has landed. Captain Kirk has arrived, I repeat,
Captain Kirk, has arrived. Women, if you're lucky, Captain Kirk
will save you, and beam your loved ones to the fortune and fame
you are lookin' for. I mean the next generation, ya' heard me?
Are you ready? [Yes I Am!!!!] 1st Verse: [Master P -- Fiend]
Master P: Somebody musta' told these hoes I was a muthafuckin'
rapper, but will they jus' tell them hoes that I was a
muthafuckin' captain? All the bitches I done broke fo' they bank,
I got so many cocktales I need a muthafuckin' fish tank. I got
hoes like acorns fallin' outta trees, No Limit niggas don't say
hoes, ain't no caps that be floatin' in the breeze... Fiend: Now,
Now, Now P, all the time, I done put in work I ain't know, I was
livin' next door to Captain Kirk. Captain Smirk on his face,
lookin' like drug swappin', come to find out, some bitch holdin'
his money down hostage. Got keys to his cottage, done changed the
law and the act, and all he get to do, is eat that funky hoe from
the back. On top of that, the bitch fat!!! Makin' a career off
this nigga, and all his homies gone, because they can't get it
clear to this nigga, go figga, all she wanted was that man to
change, but if it was me, I done been done slapped that bitch in
the brains. Chorus: Captain Kirk, can you save me? Captain Kirk,
I wanna have yo' baby. Captain Kirk, can you save me? Captain
Kirk, I wanna have yo' baby. Captain Kirk, can you save me?
Captain Kirk, I wanna have yo' baby. Captain Kirk, can you save
me? Mr. Captain Kirk, I wanna have yo baby. Verse Two: [Silkk The
Shocker] See I met this bad ass trick, I mean this bad ass bitch.
Tellin' her friends about month go by see I'ma be like buying her
shit. I bought her lunch the first time, but see there trick
that's nuthin' but game, I hit it one time and they be callin'
back, talkin' bout' "Silkk, why you do all that
playin'?". And she had the nerve to tell me, if I ain't a
fuckin' trick I'm worthless, I told her Bitch if you ain't
suckin' dick, then none of yo' clit defeats the purpose. Figured
she had game, tryin' to fuck a young balla nigga like my mind, I
figured lookin' at me she see nothin' but dollar signs. Simply, a
bitch might give you some weed, a bitch might give you a buck,
man, but since you my boy you better use a condom, before you try
to fuck. Take the game from this show bug, cuz Silkk ain't no
love. I give'em a little somethin', but at the end I take'em back
and get the most love. And ain't no beam'em up Scotty, ain't no
savin' hoes that ain't puttin' in no work. It all depends on TRU
niggas like us, no Captain Kirk (Bitch freeze), all you ghetto
hoes get yo' Lee Press-On Nails, fix yo' wig, bring yo' Bebe kids
cuz the Ghetto Enterprise is leavin' in approximately five
minutes. Chorus Verse Three: [Mystikal] Aww HOLD UP!!!, WAIT A
MINUTE!!! my mama done got me bent. What the fuck you mean, where
I was?, who I was with?, and where the fuck I went? Bitch you be
beside yoself, you probably WOULD, if I left ya', but I ain't gon
put you on no pedestal, jus cuz you quick with that pleasure. You
smokin' my weed ridin' my ride, I'M TRYIN' TO KEEP IT REAL. I
can't seem to satisfy you, bitch she trippin' bout' the BILLS!!!
They really ain't paid, but you gotta hand it, this bitch gotta
be stopped!!!, Hope man done got it made and ride my pockets to
the top. But oh no, you bitch, you ain't responsible, for what a
nigga man do give a fuck bout' what a nigga bout' to do, give a
fuck bout' what you and another nigga been through. Get the fuck
out my face, ya' fear too, stop runnin' behind my G dues, can't
wait to see that nigga that got trampled like that cuz that ass
whoopin' been due. It's thinkin' like that, that make it hard,
for me and the rest of my niggas. Mean these tramps they it like
weed, SHE GETTIN' THE BEST'A YOU NIGGA!!! Lettin' dem' hoes sit
on they ass, and come up off yo' hard work, This Mystikal, Master
P, Fiend and Silkk, NOT NO CAPTAIN
KIRK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Chorus Outro: -Girl Captain
Kirk, you know I have six kids, even though they ain't from you,
baby my kids love you. Kirk baby, you know we need a... brand new
color TV, I know you pay the rent. Even though I ain't gave you
none in the last year, baby we need a brand new car boo, six
hundred, S-E-L, Mercedes four door V-12. Oh I took that extra
checkbook, I need my... hair, nails, toes did, I want a brand new
house, a five karat diamond ring for my birthday, and don't
forget to pick up some pampers and milk. Also I chose pickles,
and Ice Cream. I think I'm pregnant, smile Kirk, your finally
gonna be a father, oh yeah, and don't forget to pick up your cape
out the cleaners. [Master P] Mr. Kirk's enterprise will be
beaming up out of the ghetto in five seconds, four, three, two,
one. [Sound of airplane or some other aircraft taking off and
flying away]
(phone dialing, phone
ringing) -No Limit Studios. What's up? -Who dis is? Who dis is?
-Nigga, this Rappin 4-tay. Who is this? -Uh, dis P! -P? -Yeah,
this P! -P? -Yeah! -If this P, lemme hear ya say,
"Ungh!" -(voice cracking) Ungh! -Nigga, this ain't no
muthafuckin P! -Man, hang the phone up. Chorus: Make em
say,"Ungh!" (Ungh!) N-nah-n-nah! (n-nah-n-nah!) [Master
P] Nigga, I'm the colonel of the muthafuckin tank Ya'll after big
thangs, we after big bank 3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in combats
My comrades is killas and dealas with TRU tats Never gave a fuck
bout no hoes or no riches And niggas come short, I'm diggin
ditches M.P. pullin strikes, commander-in-chief And fools run up
wrong Nigga, I'm knockin out some teeth I'm down here slangin,
rollin with these hustlers Tryin to get rid of all you hatas and
you bustas Steppin on gold, breakin niggas nose In the projects,
nigga, anything goes Breakin fools off cause I'm a No Limit
soldier At ease, then salute this pass me the dolja Chorus (3X)
[Fiend] Fiend make em startin this riot, a exorcism Bustin out
the expedition, fully choppin hatas Business til about the size
of prisms, our mission They heard we scary, No Limit mercenary No
tellin how bad it get, because the worse will vary I heard you
make em worry, that this for the loot They intimidated by the
rounds that the tank shoot Tank dawgs salute! Every robbery we
score, cause they know Everything Fiend know, mean mo money mo
Little Fiend still want the greens The cornbread and the cabbage
In your hood remindin you bitches of who the baddest Definitely
the maddest, so the crime gon stick em My ungh went twice (ungh,
ungh) And ended with nine, get em Chorus (2X) P gon make ya say
Uuunnnggghhh! I'm a make ya say Ahhh! I'm not ??? but, damn P can
move this muthafuckin crowd I stay on like ice, switchin money,
cause I like riches Hittin nothin but tight bitches, call me, I
might hit ya Nigga make em say nah-n-nah, don't trip After I bust
yo shit, then after that say na-n-n-nah I hang with niggas, I do
my thang with niggas They wanna know if I gangbang Cause I hang
with a whole gang of niggas So when we connect bitch Better
respect this, I step quick Cause I got a vicious right hand but
ya know what? My left is quick Silkk, you the type of nigga that
pull the most violence Mighty whites Cause I'll step in the club
and say somethin To get that muthafucka to start fightin Bitch,
bad as vogues, I'm cold as you see me Be Gs knockin niggas out
??? off 3-D Peep D, the game that I spit No Limit soldier cross
my back I run this muthafucka, TRU niggas I betcha I'll make ya
stay back Chorus (2X) [Mia X] We got to lies and monoplolize on
everything we seek Keep pistols drawed and cocked We got the
industry locked, we can't be stopped, too hot Check the spots
that we got on billboards The tank can set up roadblocks, we
fatin all you hoes Want some mo? Then let's go, stretch you out
like elastic Zip that ass up in plastic, have ya folks pickin
caskets We drastic, our tactics is homegrown in the ghetto So
feel the wrath of this sista, it's like you fightin 10 niggas
Forget the baby boys, it's the biggest mamma Mia The unlady like
diva, lyrical man eater, believe her Or see her, and get that ass
embarrassed AKA decision maker, guaranteed you'll get carried
away So stay in yo place, when ya hear mamma speakin Cannons
spray, clear the way, when ya see the tank creepin Chorus (2X)
[Mystikal] Hah, I'm that nigga that rap, when I ??? If they wanna
know how to do it It could be the little bitty skinny muthafucka
With the braids in his hair, usin limos, choppers, dually I done
paid my dues, but still playin the blues Nigga play me like you
was scared to lose I'm still a fool, you ain't heard the news I
wasn't a No Limit nigga, but I made the move I won't stop now,
bitch, I can't stop You cant stop me, so, bitch, don't try We TRU
soldiers, and we don't die We keep rollin, n-n-nah-nah-nah All
aboard, bitch it's like a ??? inside ??? hallelujah Niggas goin
to war, got to fightin and shootin inside rumors Little bitch
sayin he there, we there, be where? C there, Silkk there, Fiend
there, Mamma there, P there Ain't no salary cap, on top of my
dollars I roll with nothin, but them No Limit riders I gets down
nigga, I hold my tank up high Watch how many bitches get wild,
n-nah-n-nah Chorus and fade
[Master P] (Only time will
tell nigga when we die go to heaven or hell nigga)(4X) When i die
nigga don't wanna go to hell though I been out here hustling
trying to get dough Got da game in my vein won't change little
homies on the street know my name its the M-A-S to tha R-P A
young nigga tryin live in these ghetto streets would I die, would
I roll, would i retire young, would a nigga get paid be the out
come its strictly for the G's so a nigga ball thankin mama
goddamn don't let your baby fall i'm out here tryin to make me a
little change stuck in this muthafuckin dope game would i lose
tryin to keep my fuckin shoes would a young nigga see P on the
news I done seen rappers get their fuckin cap peeled say its
mafia damn what a bad deal so the game get hectic so i wanna
cheat grab my gat kill off my enemies I'd do fair time nigga but
fuck that I'd rather sleep, split a wig with my crome gat cuz I
ain't goin less I take two niggas wit me niggas want P they
better come and get me I ain't hard to find it ain't a rhyme its
gonna either be your soul or mine (Only time will tell nigga when
we die go to heaven or hell nigga)(4X) Niggas Die to make covers
of magazines I'd rather be unknown then dead and famous with
green The black hearse roll through da ghetto streets I made the
sign of da cross, glad it ain't me Not fearing death, just not
ready yet two stones to my brother, may his soul rest retaliation
is a must fool (huh) some niggas don't play by no fucking rules
in this game get so deep so we gotta ride Mama don't trip, don't
even cry when its my time to go then I gotta leave but while I'm
here I'm gonna drink henicy and smoke weed is there a heaven for
a gansta niggas callin trying figure out if they up there ballin
My young niggas getting paid left da earth goddamn six feet now
he's in da dirt church bells rangin hoes sangin my nigga's up
there for gang bangin slangin dope, pushin cocalies got me
stressin down on my knees its a risky life wit a fast pace but
where soliders go when they get took away (Only time will tell
nigga when we die go to heaven or hell nigga)(4X) [Sons of Funk]
I seen angels crying so many soldiers dying Tell me when will it
end will I get to heaven will I see my friends or will i go to
hell only time will tell [Mac] Head first in this world with my
eyes impeel unaware that these niggaz on tha streets is real will
i survive or will the cold streets shake me will them niggas
break me before the lord take me out this son of a bitch I never
want it never asked to come trapped in a double face not a place
to run get the gun and buck it let'em know I ain't the one to
fuck wit I stuck with this rough shit screaming tell god to make
space them niggas killed my ace and now they tryin make waste of
my face but I'm strapped up and only fifteen full of hatred i
couldn't be the next rapper faced with waste cemetary gates all
black suits and limos family tears and flowers no more shows and
videos after parties hoes come to a cease young thug caught one
slug rest in peace (Ughhhhh) (Only time will tell nigga when we
die go to heaven or hell nigga)
Master P Come 1 Come All, TRU
niggaz ball (I told ya), I know there's niggaz out there wait'n
fo' tha fall Chorus: After Dollars, No Cents. From Shabz 2 Benz,
From Cheddar 2 Cheeze, Tryna Pay Tha Rent. (x2) I'm a hustla,
balla, nigga gee'z, cut keyz, gats for enemies, freeze, hund reds
of greens. Kill, robbery soldiaz born 2 ride, killaz born 2 die,
mommaz born 2 cry. Wild like tha lone fuck'n ranger, niggaz from
tha South keep 1 up in tha chamber. Lord knows when ya enemy is
quick, that's why niggaz watch'n niggaz back, cuz they gone off
that pila shit. Cane, niggaz game, heroin in tha vain, fuck'n
with there brains. Who tha next nigga ta get popped by a cop? Who
tha next in tha hood 2 get shot? I hope it ain't me, so I'm
strapped with a bulletproof. Nigga on my stomach see muthafuck'n
TRU. Soldia till I die, fuck it I won't cry, look my enemy in tha
eye. Fuuck every nigga that ain't real, cuz we bout it, & if
I have to die cuz a nigga gon' shout it! I was born a No Limit
Soldia from heart. Cowards run they mouth, but killaz don't talk.
Chorus (x2) You no Kris, I'm Kros, y'all ran, we walked. No Limit
niggaz got Ghetto Dope by pounds & balls. Blow'n tapes up in
flames, like weed. Got boxed albums up like keyz from tha South 2
Overseaz. Nigga, Independent & Rowdy, niggaz check billboard,
number 1 & Bout It. That's why niggaz tryna get us on tha
radio, now niggaz might see tha P on tha video, but a niggaz
still TRU 2 tha gizame. Represent tha hood, & every fuck'n
nigga that gang-bang. These streets iz so real, fool guard ya
grill. Smoke 1 fo' tha homies that have made it over tha hill,
cuz we... Chorus (x2) Silkk After dollarz, no cents. We
represent'n No Limit, put it down rolex, presidential. Nigga ride
everythang I done sent u. Nigga, I went from riches 2 riches, not
muthafuck'n rags to riches, cuz I've always had money, plus I've
always had bitches. Young muthafuckaz tryna get Mojo, nigga act
like ya muthafuckaz know, cuz I pull a high solo. Hit em fo' they
gee'z low, lay low, crow. Get a bien 2 go. Why ain't you ever
know, don't crush dimes, & mo mo's. Nigga runnin' from tha
po-po's, high from a low low, take a trip together to tha
ocapulka. But show those, put ya breasts right up under my
polo's, nigga strapped with a 44' & I'm solo. To try test'n
tha best nut & that's a no no. 365 days, 24-7, I'm bout my
richez, see money is a must, everything is a plus, including weed
& bitchez. It went from $18.5 a key, not $18.5 fo' me see'n P
ta do a show, act like y'all know. Ghetto millionaire, ship &
guard tha dope. Master P You know me, we have Silkk & P,
ugggggggghhh!!!
This is a ghetto public
announcement (weed smokers) Roll your blunts tight And light your
joints Inhale...slowly exhale And that's how you get high. (clip
from Friday) I know you don't smoke weed...i know this But im
gonna get you high today. Cause its Friday, you aint got no job,
and you aint got shit to do. Pass me da green, i need some weed
with my hennessy (repeat 8 times) (Inhale....exhale) Eyes selling
red, got my dank from the Bahamas Went to see my girl smoke some
green with her mama. Jumped in my Cutlass on the way to the
liquor store. Picked up some blunts, got ten on the 2-0. Fix
these palm trees wit some green leaves Got a nigga's head
spinning like the seven seas. Puff, puff, pass, nigga that's what
Simon say Fools that hog the green or da weed gonna get carried
away. Fingernails burnt, lookin like a tweeker Ears steadily
poppin, but not from the speakers Green got me hungry, feindin'
for them munchies cause real smokers dont blow no fuckin green on
empty stomachs Pass me da green, I need some weed with my
hennessy (repeat 4 times). Green trees pack wood, make cabbage I
like to get high but it aint a bad habit. ??????? with that weed
smoke comin out my lac Got a ??? in the front and one in the back
Blowin shotguns to me and my homie I feel like this weed make a
young nigga horny I stopped the fuckin lac at Holiday Inn I aint
even trippin, told the girls to come in Laid her down steady
cause she know im ready Choppin up weed like muthafuckin
spaghetti Hoes down south must know voodoo cause every time i hit
the weed im lookin for Isuzus Pass me da green, i need some weed
with my hennessy (repeat 5 times) Yall high yet? Pass me da
green, I need some weed with my hennessy(repeat 3 times) Damn
nigga yall chokin, get the fuck out of here nigga. Pass me da
green i need some weed with my hennessy Nigga I said are yall
high yet? Pass me da green i need some weed with my
hennessy(repeat 3 times) Oh, you think you trippin now huh?