Ice Cream Man
Bout
that Drama
Time
to check my crackhouse
The ghetto won't
change
Half On A Bag Of
Dank
No more tears
Time for a 187
Only time will tell
Silkk-Wassup fool? Silkk-We
gonna do this like real muthafuckin' g's. Silkk-Time to take two
in your fuckin' back Master P-Young Silkk the shocker in this
bitch Master P-Bout that drama Master P-No Limit [Silkk] Niggas
must wanna fuckin' die bitch Talkin' that muthafuckin' shit I run
with TRU I gives a fuck about who you run with Bitch, we run this
shit Nigga it be No Limit for life Across my stomach Runnin' is a
bitch for the simple fact that I got drug money Got it for
fifteen g's or more I ain't stretchen out upon the floor I want
that cash in that bag Then Im'a dash I want that cash, and that
dope It ain't no luv in this bitch I got a slug for a trick It's
'95 my nigga, but I be livin' large and rich Gotta break 'em off
the plastic Have them face down closed casket You niggas should
never start that shit with a semi-automatic Stuff them niggas,
freeze, show em my degrees I want them keys up in the lexus,
bloody trail but police can't catch me Nigga wassup? (Murder)
Fool Gettin' high up off that indo Niggas gettin' high 'n rich
and bend low Cock with a glock Pop once to them low Nigga fade me
Think I'm crazy? Nigga, I do this shit daily I'm bout that drama
[Master P chorus] I'm bout that drama, I'm bout that drama No
Limit niggas ready to kill We bout that drama We bout that drama
bitch No Limit niggas are bout that drama That drama drama We
bout that drama Givin' niggas one way tickets to the bahamas
[Silkk] Bitch I been about that drama Nigga, this shit ain't gon'
fuckin' stop My bullets ain't got no name and plus my trigga
ain't gots no heart Freeze You niggas better duck I'm quick as
fuck Nigga I'm rollin' in this fuckin' cutlass I gives a fuck
bitch Nigga I falls for that bitch and ducks this nigga don't
need to run though Cuz I'm knockin' everything up off the front
porch With this gat 1-1-0 Nigga watch straight street sweeper
Watchin' the block and the glock cock Nigga, boz with that shot
your dome It be known I'm from the southside Bitch you thought
wrong, I stick and move with this pistol grip I see you bleedin'
tryna' get to the phone Call 9-1-1 But to late, you caught up in
a 1-8-7 Stretched out on the stretcher Can't catch me bitch I'm
to smooth Bullets to the dome, and I'm on and cool How you gon'
catch me when the police ain't got no evidence I represent I bet
you I get dead presidents Before I die I'm bust more fly For '97
P and Silkk gon' sell a billion. *Master P chorus and talking*
[Chorus x 4] Time To
Check My Crackhouse, my crackhouse, my crackhouse [Verse 1] The P
rat a tat It's time to start checkin' shit I'm the wrong nigga in
the projects to be fuckin' with Man get that Mack-11 It's time
for some drama Any nigga come up short with the cheese gonna see
his momma Gone off that posit and slippin' that 4 I'm bout ta lay
it down with this muthafuckin' toy You bitches better break me
off my money cuz I'm crazy Girl you ain't got my cash You won't
see your baby Put my dope in the baggies I mean the bundle up
Dollar bills in my fuckin' pocket tightly crumbled up 50's in my
mouth got my goddamn tongue Remember when I walk on the set Bitch
I'm gonna leave you dumb Break me off my cash I ain't takin' no
shorts I'm aimin' that Tek-9 right at your heart Ain't no fuckin'
return from the dead I'm ready to kill bitch I'm the wrong nigga
in the game to be fuckin' with I'm kickin' doors down Tryna' get
my money Leavin' fiends on the ground Face down like dummies You
better have the cash or your ass in the body bag Killa murda
muthafucka I ain't runnin' from the tads Rat-a-tat-tat is the
sound from my gat I told you muthafuckas that you won't be coming
back You came up short with the muthafuckin' grits That's why yo
ass got caught up in some gangsta shit Call me the black rambo
Cuz I don't give a fuck And just like my boy said Yo ass got
plucked You shoulda came right with my money You started smokin'
That's why I had to break you off some tokens So jump on the bus
ride to hell bitch I'm gonna let your know who the fuck you be
fuckin' with Tha M-A-STER to the muthafuckin' P And I ain't
takin' no shorts with ya'll niggas with my D [Chorus x 4] [Verse
2] Went Into the crackhouse and opened up the safe One nigga at
the door lookin' at me hellah fake I played it all like it was
fuckin good G That's when I told my man Hit 'em with the oozi!
That's it 1-2-times rat a tatta One nigga on the ground lookin'
like a eggo plater But I ain't even trippin' Gotta show them I
ain't fakin' Cuz if these other niggas get me for some bacon I
started counting my dope Everything was cool black Headed to the
front Got them fiends walkin' in the back I ain't even trippin'
Ain't no time to serve these fiends I got 40 g's and two fuckin'
keys headed to the bienz to put the fuckin' cash up Jumped on the
freeway nigga fuckin' dashed bro Think I see the rollers behind
me through the rear-view But I ain't even trippin' cuz I ran
through clear view Stopped at Egg-Zone tried to get some gas
That's when I see two robbers on my ass Played it all cold Told B
to get that pistol Jumped back in the bienz shoulda seen they
head whistle I wen't back to the house and my homie want some
flour I ain't Scarface but got the money and the power They call
me Nino Brown Or fuckin' Frank Nitty But if you come up short
There's gonna be some shit up in my city [chorus x 4] Am I My
Brothers Keep (x 6)
-Some say you can
change the ghetto -But you can't -I mean you can't change the
people in there if they don't want to change Imagine this,
imagine that Everything you want in life, you will never get From
the ghetto cause its crazy Most niggas want rose ?? but they get
daisies Imagine this, little kids with no shoes on And every
homeless person I see I'm willing to take them home But I can't
cause my life is pure misery Every dollar i make, ten go back to
Hillary And Bill, I guess life is real But I know deep inside I
was dealt a bad deal And life ain't fair I don't care Even though
I know one day I'll probably be leaving out of here But life has
no meaning We was born dreaming But I was born scheming Imagine
this, David Duke as our President Imagine ?Nuey Gambles? as his
best friend And Robert Dole would be his best man But ya'll
steady lookin at us for cocaine I don't own a plane, I don't own
a boat I don't ship no fuckin dope, from coast to coast Most
niggas either locked up or in chains Black on black crime fool
You know the ghetto will never change Chorus: But I'll keep
holding on (But the ghetto won't change) I'll keep holding on
(These little kids ain't got a chance) I'll keep holding on (This
world ain't the same) I'll keep holding on (That's why the ghetto
won't change) Imagine life without no rain Imagine everybody that
you know has the same name And we all would be in sin Imagine
bout you, killing your best friend That's how it is in the ghetto
G Nobody care about you, her, him or me But they quick to point
the finger But what if the shoe or the ring was on the other
finger And the ghetto was good And the neighborhoods like the
suburbs wasn't all good That's where the dope would be at And the
people in the ghetto would live fat But it ain't all good like
that Cause the ghetto is crazy I mean the people live like rats
Taking from they brothers, they sisters, they cousins And niggas
would kill they own mother Behind some rock cocaine But this is
some shit that I don't understand Them bullets ain't got no
names, so you better duck For you be (blew) ridin in that black
truck And when you take that long ride Leaving the ghetto trying
to get that piece of pie Trying to hustle, trying to make a come
up But in the end you will get done up Chorus:
Light ya joints, lets have a
muthaphukkin smokeoff yall niggas bout ta see more of that
country ass muthaphukkin Masta P from New Orleans to Richmond
California, that nigga crazy ass, but check this out Cali got
that good ass weed, that good ass weed, that good ass weed them
niggas in Cali got that good ass weed thatıs why Im on my way to
the Northside Im so toke I guess Im gone of that green sticky
just ripped a muthaphukkin hole in my brand new dickies from
walkin to close to the fuckin barb wire thats when I know Iıve
got 10 dollars on some fire If you can do this muthaphukka lets
get a twenty fuck white zig zags I need some brown stickys I mean
that swisha go good with that dank niggas be gettin fucked up in
my hood like they smokin crank but we not we gettin higha than
fire but I wonıt stop smokin dank till I retire I wonder do they
have dank up in heaven and if they do Iıll prolly do a
muthaphukkin 211 (Me too) for a bag of that green sticky Up in
heaven a nigga runnin round crazy like he done took a bicky Iım
not Dre, but I donıt want nuttin but chronic this dank keep me
comin back like Im hooked on phonics what ever ya want whatever
ya need fool I got it well lets go half on a bag of dank whatever
ya want whatever ya need fool I got it well lets go half on a bag
of dank Lets meet my homie that fool got hella weed he sells like
spanish fly makes bitches get on their knees hoes be suckin dick
fo that green sticky like this bitch named Michelle and my
partner Ricky fo a half a joint that bitch got toasted drama in
motel 6 gettin roasted legs all open drawers under the bed she
didnt know where she was at (where you at girl) my little potnah
was hittin it in her mouth into her throat Hoes be smokin that
dank to keep their nerves calm I be smokin on that shit to get my
perv on It go good with that gin and juice and squishy sqeek
thatıs how we do it every day of the week I donıt sleep but at
night I get the munchies and afta I eat I be back smokin them
green crunchies chorus x6 yeah uhhh inhale lets go half on a bag
of dank I mean that green sticky and how you do it when you
blowin? you inhale
-This goes out to my best
friend -My partner -The only person I can trust in this world
-This for you mom Momma, this is one thing I still can't realize
How you been so strong when my brother died You done kept the
family together tight Thinkin about how we gone get throght this
sorrow night This is crazy, I can't sleep nope Even though i got
revenge written across my throat Five kids and you done lost one
Never had a daddy, but put it on your oldest son Ain't that a b,
leave me to watch the family To make the bills get paid, you got
to live scandalous G Cause the ghetto got me pressured Will I die
sellin dope, or would I sell a million records Ohh momma won't
you feel me Even though Ms. ?? said somebody tried to kill P And
you know your boy's sellin dope But all you say is watch yo back
Cause you don't want to see me go Chorus: (Repeat 2X) Momma I
don't wanna see you cry No more tears Cause I'm deep in the game
Sellin much cocaine Momma how you be so strong Even tough the
ATF, done kicked down your home And ran right through and got me
But you still came to see me And said that you love me And I know
that you real though Cause when I got out, you's the first one at
the door Knowing that your boy turned into a man But you done
tripped cause I still understand That I'm trying to make some
money And if I die in this game, I guess that won't be funny But
you still on my side cause you a soldier You the only friend I
got and ma I told ya One day I'ma change G Even though the
ghetto's crazy, think about your baby If I make it out this dope
game I know that life won't be the same, momma I gone make a
change Chorus:
-Uhhh, niggas than fucked up
-Nigga, its time to roll -Pass me them nigga chasers -Time to do
a 187 -Its time for a murder -If you a G nigga, load your shit up
Some nigga got some bad ice cream Came short on the gizzo ?? hit
the window, gacks out your window I'm goin crazy Niggas can't
fase me If you come up short, niggas bout to read daisies This
your final call, I mean your final breath And when I hit you with
that tech i'm bout to put you to rest I'm crazy, psycho and outie
Niggas can't fuck with me the set is fuckin cloudy Lay your ass
face down on your stomach You know you dead for fuckin with my
money P don't take no shit Everyday all day I'm breakin bread
24/7 Tryin to get paid And lose these hoes in the dope game Cause
I be crazy, psycho call me the murder man Hustler, baller put you
in the ?? and call 911 in your pager And haul you And when you
call back you dead bitch You bust up my Chevy now Mr. who you
playin with Its time to face death Last fall, last dash, your
last jump I'm a let you live, psyche Chorus: Its time for a 187 I
think I see the enemy A 187 I think I see the enemy This will be
your last drink Lets make it a Bloody Mary Just did a hoot ride
Meaning a homicide Did a drive-by fuckin them from the southside
To Richmond, California niggas don't give a fuck But if you come
shizzort, you in that black truck Get you nose swollen, I mean
your neck broken When we break you off that 44 Face down cause
its danger Niggas from the south keep one up in the chamber I
mean we Gs Who you be, what set you with Nigga do you know me If
you don't than you dead Ain't no love for cockroaches, cause
roaches get sprayed And ain't no bitch in my hood cause I'm TRU
See my tattoo, TRU cross my stomach Eyes ?? up all night countin
drug money But ready to roll with my homies And after the party,
once again its on G Chorus: I'm gone off that douja I think I see
a roader That ain't gone stop me from takin your head off your
shoulder I'm from the projects, we live a eye for eye When you
fuck with mine's you gotta die And your name get scratched off
the wall bitch There you go, just took a fall trick If them No
Limit tanks don't hit Than them gacks start spittin You better
run like the running man But if you ain't Schwarzenetger, bitch
this your last game That beam at your forehead I don't give a
fuck, you can't run from the infrared I when I catch you, you
murder Lying on you back, stuck like a turtle Got your head
weaving and waddling Crying, you scared to die you slobbin You
beggin for you life I'm a give you somethin to make you feel
alright Chorus: