Master P

[fox69]

"Homies And Thugs"
(feat. 2Pac, Scarface)

"Homies And Thugs"
(feat. 2Pac, Scarface)



[Verse 1: Scarface]
Ghetto niggaz remain violent all the killers remain silent
Niggaz strapped with 45's and ain't smiling
And I'm driving to a place they're all rome'
The lake we build houses but it's the hood we call home
In the ghetto the only place a motherfucker will keep it real
We focused on the dollar bill, still
The outsiders tend to disrespect the place
Where niggaz do thier struggling die with a straight face
Surviving, under conditions demons dinin'
You can run it but can't hide it so step aside
Its the nigga that makin' music for the streets
Cause I love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets,
Cause it's deep
Some niggaz make it out the neighborhood and won't circle
And let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose?
A motherfucker sitting on fat
Who done came up in the hood but he can't come back
Fuck that, I remain in the street game frame
On a mission to maintian me and take aim
In position to let my opposition know my life
Cause off in these streets I keep it real but what's right?
Surviving, sitting on a key doing business on a beeper
I'm sinking in this motherfucker deeper
Fear the reaper that no man born or woman harm me
Fuck being a nigga in your army; though I'm a killer
Enter the ghetto so that you can see
What I mean when I say I love this cause it love me
Let it be, stop looking at this motherfucker strange
And talking 'bout a motherfucking change
This is for my thug niggaz

[Chorus x6]
This is for my homies and my thug niggaz (uuuuugh)

[Verse 2: Master P]
'face, imagine us working at mcdonald's
And me and you selling fucking tapes in the bahamas
Gold slug, a car full of thug niggaz
Twenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealers
No limit soldiers to the fullest
See I was raised on some red beans the size of some bullets, huh
Real ghetto niggaz can't be stopped
Got me mixing up dope with little j down at rap-a-lot
My phone tapped the feds on my tail
Got me paying luxury taxes on everything I build
True to the ghetto that's my life
You see that house on the lake it's for the kids and the wife
You can test me if you wanna
Cause I be dumping niggaz off from new orleans to california
Rowdy like a hurricane (uuuuuugh)
Independant, black owned got them hooked on this cocaine
You used to see c.e.o.'s in a suit and tie
But we young niggaz in tennis shoes and diamonds
Executive street millionaires
Niggas gonna be bout it bout till we gray in the wheel chair

[Chorus x6]

[Verse 3: Doracell]
It's alive, and i'mma be tha muhfuckin' one
Make these niggas want some
Here I come
Da last don
Niggaz steady claiming this
Tatted on my wrist since 86
What tha fuck?
I'm sitting in my cell block stuck
Listening to this shit my radio did
Shit, gotta change the situation
Write a letta to the warden mothafuck all this time wasting
Chasin' niggas wit my occupation
Clean across the nation
Lookin' for two-facin
The gangsta, the killa, and the dope-dealer all in one
Now past me my muthafuckin' gun
Niggaz feelin' they invinsible
Til' they dealin' wit tha muthafuckin' principle
Doracell nigga
I ain't scared cause 2 pac got kilt
I'm on tilt
Feelin' the muthafuckin' guilt
Thug nigga

 

[fox69]

"Homies and Thugs (Remix)"

"Homies and Thugs (Remix)"


[Verse 1 Scarface)]
Ghetto niggaz remain violent all the killers remain silent
niggaz strapped with 45's and ain't smiling
And I'm driving to a place they're all rome'
the lake we build houses but its the hood we call home
In the ghetto the only place a motherfucker will keep it real
we focused on the dollar bill, still
The outsiders tend to disrespect the place
where niggaz do thier struggling die with a straight face
Surviving, under conditions demons dinin'
you can run it but can't hide it so step aside
Its the nigga that makin' music for the streets
cause I love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets,
cause its deep
Some niggaz make it out the neighborhood and won't circle
and let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose?
A motherfucker sitting on fat
Who done came up in the hood but he can't come back
Fuck that, I remain in the street game frame
on a mission to maintian me and take aim
In position to let my opposition know my life
cause off in these streets I keep it real but what's right?
Surviving, sitting on a key doing business on a beeper
I'm sinking in this motherfucker deeper
Fear the reaper that no man born or woman harm me
fuck being a nigga in your army; though I'm a killer
Enter the ghetto so that you can see
what I mean when I say I love this cause it love me
Let it be, stop looking at this motherfucker strange
and talking 'bout a motherfucking change
This is for my thug niggaz

[chorus x6]

This is for my homies and my thug niggaz (uuuuugh)

[verse 2 (Master P)]
'Face, imagine us working at McDonald's
and me and you selling fucking tapes in the Bahamas
Gold slug, a car full of thug niggaz
twenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealers
No Limit soldiers to the fullest
see I was raised on some red beans the size of some bullets, huh
Real ghetto niggaz can't be stopped
got me mixing up dope with little J down at Rap-A-Lot
My phone tapped the feds on my tail
got me paying luxury taxes on everything I build
True to the ghetto that's my life
you see that house on the lake its for the kids and the wife
You can test me if you wanna
cause I be dumping niggaz off from New Orleans to California
Rowdy like a hurricane (uuuuuugh)
independant, black owned got them hooked on this cocaine
You used to see C.E.O.'s in a suit and tie
but we young niggaz in tennis shoes and diamonds
Executive street millionaires
niggas gonna be bout it bout till we gray in the wheel chair

[Chorus x6]

[Verse 3 Doracell)]
It's alive, and I'mma be tha muhfuckin' one
Make these niggas want some
Here I come
Da Last Don
Niggaz steady claiming this
Tatted on my wrist since 86
What tha fuck?
I'm sitting in my cell block stuck
Listening to this shit my radio did
Shit, gotta change the situation
Write a letta to the warden mothafuck all this time wasting
Chasin' niggas wit my occupation
Clean across the nation
Lookin' for two-facin
The gangsta, the killa, and the dope-dealer all in one
Now past me my muthafuckin' gun
Niggaz feelin' they invinsible
Til' they dealin' wit tha muthafuckin' principle
Doracell nigga
I ain't scared cause 2 pac got kilt
I'm on tilt
Feelin' the muthafuckin' guilt
Thug Nigga

 

[fox69]

"Hook It Up"
(feat. Silkk the Shocker, and Bone-Thugs-N-Harm)

"Hook It Up"
(feat. Silkk the Shocker, and Bone-Thugs-N-Harm)



[Master P and Layzie Bone talking]

Yo Layzie?
Whats up man?
Check this out, me and my boy ridin' dirty from New Orleans, right?
Right.
When we touch down in Cleveland,
Yeah.
I'ma have my phone turned on so if you need me hit me. Use the code. Black or
blue?
I'ma use black.
Me and my boy gonna have some. . .
Okay.
Tell Krayzie, Wish, and Flesh have them thangs on 'em cause them hater's is
out there.
For sure.
We gonna be in a green duece and ah quarter, tryin' to out smart the po po's.
Okay, yeah, heh-heh.
Keep it on the D.L.
Yeah.
But check this out.
Yeah?
When I get there, you ain't gotta worry bout nothing. Yah heard me?
I feel ya.
Cause I got the hook-up.
Bet on baby, bet on.

[Chorus - Master P]

Igot the hook-up, hook it up. [x8]

[Krayzie Bone]

Just call it up
What you need, indeed, a nigga got the hook-ups on the tweed
But I got more then trees
Wanna see what I got? Nigga follow me right through the alley
Don't panic, relax, what's happening?
Now is it a beeper or a cellular phone that your lacking?
We got them still in the package
You know they at a great deal
No money, we activate them
No refunds
But you can trade them for we press no limitations
Buck buck
We patient, have all your money in hand
Don't worry about credit, forget it, cause we don't let it stand in our way
Nigga we get paid, you get the drop for free
Look me up
When you reach someone, thinkin of someone
I can hook you up

[Chorus (x4)]

[Layzie Bone]

Nigga just got this sack of D
And Master P, my nigga, just got the hook-up
Look me up if you need the cook up
Got shit to hook the crooks up
Hit me up on my header
And I'ma call you back
Cause ain't no taps on my celly
Nig, come get all we got
A little hustling mother fucker
With a pocket full of stones
Rolling with Mo and the No Limit soldiers
Got the hook-up and its on

[Wish Bone]

We got them rides
Whatever you need
Just step next door
We fully equip with automatics
Police detect us
Lets roll, roll, roll
And when you ride with Bone
Don't you worry about a thing
Cause we got shit for real
Trust in me
These niggas don't wanna buck buck bang
We on a mission
Time to position
Call the soldiers
Lets ride
Set them up in the moonlight
These niggas done fucked up with my money (die) alright

[Silkk the Shocker talking]

You want the hook-up? Check this out little. . .

[Silkk the Shocker]

I live like stock market nigga
Buy low, sell high
Supply and demand
Nigga if supply low demand is high
I sell it for high as I can
I take the jingle
But I'm for the counting mother fucking four
All sales are final
Ain't no refund in this mother fucker
This mother fucking shit sold
I hit them like non-stop
Cock the glock
Cause the mother fucking spot be hot
Nigga wonder where I be
Cause I'm always cold fresh out of the penn
Talking about holler at me
I got everything from hand-held to flips
Silkk and Bone got the chips
Don't even try to hit me on a hit like elevator
Nigga ain't got it shit don't exist
Nigga talking about
Holler at your boy
Holler at your niggas
See I got what you need
If I ain't got it
I'm going get it
See i ain't hard to find
You need me?
Look me up
They call me Silkk the Shocker
But you can call me Mr. Hook It Up

[Master P and Silkk]

I got the hook-up, hook it up, hook it up
Soldiers
I got the hook-up, hook it up, hook it up
Silkk, P, and Bone Thugs soldiers
I got the hook-up, hook it up, hook it up
I got the hook-up, hook it up, hook it up

[Chorus to fade]

 

[fox69]

"Hot Boys And Girls"
(feat. Mystikal, Mia X, Silkk The Shocker, Kane & Abel)

"Hot Boys And Girls"
(feat. Mystikal, Mia X, Silkk The Shocker, Kane & Abel)



[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
Little bitch can't mix, flip shit, loose lips sink ships
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

 

[fox69]

"How G's Ride"
(feat. Big Ed, Silkk the Shocker)

"How G's Ride"
(feat. Big Ed, Silkk the Shocker)



[Master P talking]
Ugh
Niggas be trying to figure out how we roll out here in Cali
You know what I'm saying
Richmond California
My little partners be rolling like Silkk fool

[Verse 1 - Master P]
6 deep hittin switches, thats how us G's ride
Candy paint with them gold daytons side to side
Niggas straight fucking bumpin
Niggas trippin, think I'm from Compton
I'm from that southside of Richmond where that hang ya
Put you in a motherfucking 6 inch slanger
Lay you down, drop you to your knees, you want some chesse
Break me off some ends before I make your ass bleed
>From your nose to your mouth up and outtie
Niggas talking shit cause Master P is gettin rowdy
Got the southside, hoop ride throwin' a 40
Niggas gangbangin like they straight retarded
Throwin up signs, Niggas in line
Bitches hollerin' hoo-ride, Niggas steady dying
I'm from the southside 23rd street
And my little homie Tony from the hills, may he rest in peace
No longer with the crew or the click
But to the niggas that did this shit, we gonna go thick click
And get them thangs and hang ya
Fuckin' round, keep 1 up in the chamber
Richmond niggaz don't play cuz we ballin'
And I got this thang sowed up from New Orleans
Coming like a southside gator
And when we roll on your spot, beware of the tru terminators

[Chorus - Master P:]
6 deep is how us G's ride,
Candy paint gold daytons hittin' switches from side to side
6 deep is how us G's ride,
Candy paint gold daytons hittin' switches from side to side

[Verse 2 - Silkk The Shocker]
Well it's Friday, I'm sideways about the highway
Bitchs doing it my way, got 2 for 5, everyday all day
Cuz I gots to get paid, gets mine in the 9, thats why I stay strapped
Everyday I gots to put it down, it be like that
I have a pocket full of stones, I gots like clock now
It was kinda hot outside so I had to puts the top down
I be like breezin' threw the East Bay
R-I-C-H-M-0-N to the C-A, that's where I still be at each day

[Chorus:]
6 deep is how us G's ride,
Candy paint gold daytons hittin switches from side to side
6 deep is how us G's ride,
Candy paint gold daytons hittin switches from side to side

[Verse 3: - Big Ed]
Big Ed be puttin' it down like that, made more ass than the Hilton
On my way to this hoe's house, bang that ass until its tiltin'
Now I'm rollin', holdin' onto a fat nickel plated 9
I blasted at him who trying to take mine so forget the 1 time
So when a brother rolls up, hold up
Don't make me plug your trick ass like a donut
See Big Ed's about that mint green
Got them hoes' fiending for this dick, like it was laced with nicotine
Killa pussy got 'em slippin up in the hood
Them Green Berets up in Richmond, I know they up to no good
Tried to jet me on that down low
I have more niggas shootin's up your set then the feds did at Waco
Player haters could never stop me
Cuz I'm a No Limit Nigga and got more Crew then Motley
So if you ever try to play me like a hoe
I'm hanging up out the door, with the 44, nigga drive slow

[Chorus:]
6 deep is how us G's ride,
Candy paint gold daytons hittin switches from side to side
6 deep is how us G's ride,
Candy paint gold daytons hittin switches from side to side

[Master P talking]
And we up and outtie, it looks cloudy,
cuz yall niggas spinning daytons,
(No Limit niggas) on your motherfuckers turf,
(Soldier For Life, No Limit 4-Life)
and for all yall niggaz that done sold out,
we be keeping it real,
independent, black owned,
Running our own shit,
We drop shit anytime we want to, anytime we ready,
how many yall niggas can say that?
I just might drop something tomorrow

 

[fox69]

"How I Feel"
(feat. Alley Boy)

"How I Feel"
(feat. Alley Boy)



[Hook:]
Got a cup full of wine, maybe make them die,
A garage full of cars, and a bottle of wine.
I feel like niggas just be talking, they fear just how I live
Y'all know a nigga that's poppin, never met a nigga that's real.
And I won't let you stop my ground
Cause get that cash, must stay out mine
I feel like niggas just be talking, they fear just how I live,
Y'all know a nigga that's poppin, never met a nigga that's real.

[Verse 1:]
Better G, that's a motherfucking chicken sandwich.
Got that tag on me, nigga, and it's never jamming.
Fuck these niggas, yeah, I got five grammies.
If I fall out gold, back I sell it, themes wreckage.
And niggas still hating on me,
That's okay cause bad bitches they be waiting on me.
It's a dirty game, somebody gotta do it.
My closet like a stove, nigga, all Louie.
Papa dope, rest and run in my fucking house.
Louis Vuitton couch, nigga I'm on my paper rough.
Yeah, nigga, we on some other shit.
Phone calls 28, rims gonna shit.

[Hook:]
Got a cup full of wine, maybe make them die,
A garage full of cars, and a bottle of wine.
I feel like niggas just be talking, they fear just how I live
Y'all know a nigga that's poppin, never met a nigga that's real.
And I won't let you stop my ground
Cause get that cash, must stay out mine
I feel like niggas just be talking, they fear just how I live,
Y'all know a nigga that's poppin, never met a nigga that's real.

[Verse 2:]
Well I say niggas just be talking, my fourty just be sparkling,
Bullets body dropping, burn a nigga scarface.
Bitches I lost them, shoot them haters off 'em,
By bands don't talk em, we don't do this often.
Play them bitches cautious, money got me nauseous.
Eating with the bosses, power play in my office.
My new bitch so gorgeous, she sure search some car discs
All dough, all Gs, package smell awful.
Rock it off a dungeon, plus play a scholar,
Mother was a lawyer, father was a doctor.
I live like a mobster, her ex, am impostor,
It's thirty shot my Glock, a hundred shot my chopper.

[Hook:]
Got a cup full of wine, maybe make them die,
A garage full of cars, and a bottle of wine.
I feel like niggas just be talking, they fear just how I live
Y'all know a nigga that's poppin, never met a nigga that's real.
And I won't let you stop my ground
Cause get that cash, must stay out mine
I feel like niggas just be talking, they fear just how I live,
Y'all know a nigga that's poppin, never met a nigga that's real.

[Verse 3:]
Them niggas just be talking, the hoes still be calling
While at while we be dwaling, I'm a do this shit in my coffin.
Just say mob, nigga, use a lane shist a bar, nigga
Back to back and they all black, this ain't a fludge, nigga
Take a rob, nigga, we be laying in your yard, nigga,
To many scratch, you lit this light, losses all for some,
Nigga it's how I feel, nigga, didn't talk it,
Let all these hoes pill on top it.
Ain't gonna tell, niggas, I'm balling, I'm grinded up when you're falling
I got a bad hoe be texting, the reason you can't catch me.
She met a nigga that's real, she fell in love when she met me,
On my grind, I got to shine, to many lames all in this lane
This how I feel, this how I live, you be real niggas like mine.

[Hook:]
Got a cup full of wine, maybe make them die,
A garage full of cars, and a bottle of wine.
I feel like niggas just be talking, they fear just how I live
Y'all know a nigga that's poppin, never met a nigga that's real.
And I won't let you stop my ground
Cause get that cash, must stay out mine
I feel like niggas just be talking, they fear just how I live,
Y'all know a nigga that's poppin, never met a nigga that's real.

 

[fox69]

"How to Be a Playa"
(feat. Silkk the Shocker, Fiend)

"How to Be a Playa"
(feat. Silkk the Shocker, Fiend)



[Master P]
Ya see, wenches be messy like Marvin
My homies be ballin, pimp tricks eryday, from L.A. to the Bay
to New Orleans, the original big baby, like Big Mike
Don't make me Tina Turner one of you wenches and hit you like Big Ike
UHHHH, pimp shit, Cadillac with the vogues
Hoes got no souls that be for flare without ya coat
Star sixty-nine could get you whipped, uhh
Momma told you never mess with a, Southern bitch
I got this pimp game from my grandfather Big Daddy, he said
"Keep your fo' inches in your candy painted Caddy
Keep your cattle, all in one stable
If a wench jumps off at the mouth, keep it cool, then you play her"
Get your cash, then you creep, check a broad, enemy
Ain't no love for you freaks time to tenderize the meat
Then we, be tradin women like Eddie Murphy Tradin Places
I got, baitches cleanin my house shinin my gold, doin my shoelaces
I got, wenches runnin errands goin to stores
dressed up like twins, I mean in the same clothes
Stayin in the same house, bangin en on the same couch
Real G's in dime hats, know what, I'm talkin about
Uhh, be up playa, don't pay for the kitty kat
I mean if you bout it bout it, give her some change, then take it back

[Chorus: Fiend, Silkk]

How to be a playa main
You gots to be a playa mahn
[repeat 8X]

[Silkk the Shocker]
You gots to be a playa, but rule number one
in the how's to be a playa never profess to nuttin what ya done
Believe me, or should I say, believe in I spittin
See me talkin to a trick, ask me then I hit em
You never can give em no slack, cause you gots to be in it to win
Be safe and grab her hand, slap dem, cause they'll try the shit again
It's give in to they demands and that's a simp thang
But to get them and they friends, now that's a pimp thang (pimp thang)
You wanna learn som'in? Well take a picture of this G
Look in the dictionary, under player, you'll find a picture of me
Uhh, cause I don't sleep, and players can't cause we ballin
We can't be trippin, cause a player's pimp can't be fallin
I leave em with the hurt like B.B. cryin like CeCe Winan
recline and watch TV, game feel like a CD
Nigga make appointment when they see me, don't call back often they beep me
Gotta be a G (how you get the drawers) get the drawers off, easy, look
Silkk the Shocker fool, nigga I pimps and roll
(What you ride?) Cadillacs and vogues, uhh

[chorus]

[Fiend]
See I'm bout to smack me a bitch, cause all my money in here
Told em clear, for me to slid arrear, gotta pay for the year
What I look like a simp? Girl I'm a No Limit pimp
Got the ones you least expect supportin me for the length
I pass crunch like blunts, treat your man good like a wench
High hoe on the ranch, I spray and smell dogs by the branch
Keep a broad doin splits, next gon' be doin the clit
One girl gone so bad, want me to Western Union some dick
Put em on corners and curbs, breakin new ones outta nerd
Bringin daddy Fiend the money, while all I do is choke herb
I spank em and thank em, leave em swollen and kiss em bye
And just think, cause them extra them knowin my fist size

[dialogue]

[chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Hush"
(feat. Krazy, Slay Sean)

"Hush"
(feat. Krazy, Slay Sean)



[Master P Talking]

Oh, y'all think it's a game, huh?
Take one of mine and don't think I'm a take one of yours
Huh, might take three or four of yours
Lights out

[Chorus]

Put the bullets in the ninety, Nigga hush hush
Now if you wanna see yo people, Nigga hush hush
See we don't give a FUCK, so Nigga hush hush
Until it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust...

Put the bullets in the ninety, Nigga hush hush
Now if you wanna see yo people, Nigga hush hush
See we don't give a FUCK, so Nigga hush hush
Until it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust...

[Master P]

Now I done pissed on some ??? and put some gats in some mouths
I done ran through the hood and made the rats come out
Now y'all think it's a fuckin game
These niggaz know why I came
I'm bout to knock on his door
And bust this bitch brains
This nigga done stole somethin from me
That I could never get back
See I remember the days me and my soldiers dressed in all black
Now if it's twenty five to life, I might do myself
Cuz I was a ghetto nigga, and some bad cards was delt
No milk from the bottle, momma had beer in her tittys
Now the more I smoke weed, I think these niggaz wanna get me
And I'm paranoid, for all the souls got ???
But should I sit down like a bitch, or revenge what I lost
[Gun shot]

[Chorus]

Put the bullets in the ninety, Nigga hush hush
Now if you wanna see yo people, Nigga hush hush
See we don't give a FUCK, so Nigga hush hush
Until it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust...

Put the bullets in the ninety, Nigga hush hush
Now if you wanna see yo people, Nigga hush hush
See we don't give a FUCK, so Nigga hush hush
Until it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust...

[Krazy]

Get your people on the floor, I need fifty G's
Tell your mother fuckin daugher that she better not breathe
I'm full of greed, til' I get this fuckin paper out ya'
And I bet you tommorow they gone read about ya'
Three bodys found burned, with they ??? head missing
When I cut ya' daughters throat, her body start pissin'
??? hit ya, I don't know why I just smoked your ass
but ??? called me on the phone, and said he had the cash
Oh shit, I told him meet me at the park
A black suit, some Jason masks after dark
Nigga didn't bring the cops, so I guess he was stuck
Hit him fifty fuckin times, and I told him shhh...

[Chorus]

Put the bullets in the ninety, Nigga hush hush
Now if you wanna see yo people, Nigga hush hush
See we don't give a FUCK, so Nigga hush hush
Until it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust...

Put the bullets in the ninety, Nigga hush hush
Now if you wanna see yo people, Nigga hush hush
See we don't give a FUCK, so Nigga hush hush
Until it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust...

[Slay Sean]

Assed out, no where to go with the gats out
Stashed out, ready and willing to mash out
Hit the crack house
Two in the spot, back out
One in the leg
Two in the head, Blacked out
Nigga layin' there bleedin' just pointin' the stash out
??? on me, hurry up pull them stacks out
Times runnin' out, sooner or later you assed out
Times up nigga, shhh.... LIGHTS OUT

[Chorus]

Put the bullets in the ninety, Nigga hush hush
Now if you wanna see yo people, Nigga hush hush
See we don't give a FUCK, so Nigga hush hush
Until it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust...

Put the bullets in the ninety, Nigga hush hush
Now if you wanna see yo people, Nigga hush hush
See we don't give a FUCK, so Nigga hush hush
Until it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust...

[Master P Talking]

Yea'... Y'all cowards out there, Hush
All Y'all real niggas out there, Hush
Do what you gotta do nigga, then Hush
HAHA, some mo' mother fuckin' fairy tales from Ghetto Postage nigga
With the mother fuckin' stamps on it, ya heard me?

[some guy talking and some sirens]

 

[fox69]

"Hustlin'"
(feat. C-Murder, Partners in Crime)

"Hustlin'"
(feat. C-Murder, Partners in Crime)



[C-Murder]

Down South huster, slangin on dat corner stackin dividends
fuckin over fiends cause my ghat is my only friend
and won't hesitate to use my sawed off
I'll knock on ya door and shoot ya motherfuckin head off
c-murder a real fuckin natural born killah for realah my nigga
I'm badder cause my nuts is bigger
strapped with a tec-9 a mac-10 and 2 glocks
dumpin niggas in ditches cause I'm a thug like 2Pac
I'm kickin it in Cali but I was born in dat N.O.
murder is daily everybody packin heat bro
punk bitches can't survive when ya scary
everyday young niggas gettin shipped to the mortuary
Night time falls the motherfuckin streets ain't safe
at the fuckin club the jackers run the place
but I gotta do what I gotta do like Manson
I'm crazy for takin these penitentiary chances
cause once the money start commins it's like you just can't stop it
a nigga aint' shit without his pockets
So watch yo back when a nigga like C doin bad
I'll do a solo jack and dey a never find yo ass
Ra ta tat tat tat tat is the sound of my hollow
they find ya fuckin corpse stinkin in the ghetto tommorrow
so act like a bitch and you'll get treated like a busta
dat's how it is with dis down south hustler

[chorus]
Hustlin cause I gots nowhere to go,
Hustlin slangin heroin and yayo,
Hustlin gots to make myself some mail,
Hustlin gots to stack my dividends

[Partners in Crime (P n C down here)]

Deep down south I used to try to stack my fuckin ends
hangin on the set tryin to stack some fuckin dividends
Till a nigga hooked me up with dat nigga Master P
flew me 2 tickets now I'm chillin down in Cali
dont' have no money like Snoop Dog or Dr. Dre
but I'm glad so say I think dat I'm on my way
dey say dis click has No motherfuckin Limits
fuck with a nigga have yo guts hangin out like spinach
Deep down south a nigga strugglin tryin to survive
if you down with me yes I'm down for a hoo ride
never down with bloods or no motherfuckin crips
but if you set trip I'll be down to bust yo lip
skip down the yellow brick road to the N.O.
deep down south motherfuckin yeah you know how it goes

Now I'm a down south hustler quick to make a buck don't give a fuck
leavin niggas stuck on the real nigga I ain't stuttin
ain't hard to see where I'm commin from
cause if you from the streets you got to get the job done
commin up in dem streets ain't no easy task
only a nigga with nuts nigga with guts got to get past
nigga need skills just to play up in dis game
for the fortune and fame nigga tryin to make a name
so peace to the real niggas and fuck all dem bustas
and dis goes out to them motherfuckin niggas dats down south hustlin

[chorus]

[Master P]

Tryin to make dem ends strugglin on the grind
got to feed the family chased by the one- time
but dem laws couldn't mace me
it take a hundred million motherfuckin po po's to chase P
where should I go where should I go
I know dis eight rap fuckin I hid the dope in the liquor store
changed my t-shirt fled out the back door
2 hours later back in the hood slangin dope
cause its an everyday thang where I hang at
3rd Ward Calliope projects I thought I name dat
where dem hustlers dwell I mean dem killahs roll
dont' give a fuck about you or ya life bro
and the game get deep down south
cause every nigga roll through the hood with gold in dey mouth
Killahs, dope dealers all dem niggas on the set you know for realah
gettin paid transport narcotics from New Orleans to the bay
yo G man it's everyday
drop top cutlass,caddys with rags, impalas
delta 88 gold thangs and zags
but we dont' flip flop
we like to pop motherfuckers dat talk shit on the block
From New Orleans (background Florida) to Texas (Atlanta)
fuck all ya'll bustas cause Master P about it a down south hustler

[chorus]
[after the same chorus a different one just right here]

Hustlin because I gots nowhere to go
Hustlin I gots to support me and my hoe
Hustlin check out dis down south damn flow
Hustlin commin straight from the N.O.

 

[fox69]

"I Ain't Play'n"

"I Ain't Play'n"


[Intro]
Nigga what'chu worryin 'bout whassup with me?
What fire is that, what house I'm rollin on?
Do I holla at Curt, what's Unc doin?
What's up with Suave? Nigga you dem people {?}

[Chorus 4X: Master P]
Snitches stop callin the cops - cause I ain't playin
Better watch what you say on the block - cause I ain't playin

[Master P]
I left the hood for a week, and my name start ringin
Like I'm hustlin sellin dope, you got beef then bring it
I heard fire did this, and P.D. they trippin
That's why I sleep with two gats you never catch me slippin
I smell pussy, and most of you niggaz are rats
See I'm a dog motherfucker and I don't fuck with you cats
Callin me on the phone, nigga lookin for cola
How could a nigga from the hood nigga turn into the roller
This shit's so twisted, it got me trippin
Got the feds thinkin I've got birds in the kitchen
These niggaz'll throw salt in your name my nigga
Just to get a couple dollars and some fame my nigga
It ain't no loyalty, your only family'll set you up
For the right price my nigga they'll wet you up
I watched niggaz get ghost, when shit be over
How many niggaz gon' visit C, if he go to Angola

[Chorus]

[Master P]
Man this music shit political dawg, don't fuck with it
I'd invest in somethin else if I wasn't already in it
Man most of these niggaz'll just yap they mouth
Send subliminal messages 'til shit get out
Believe none of what you hear, and half of what you see
See the rap game is dirty like the C-P-3
Most niggaz'll fear death, these streets is real black
Our radio programmers think they holdin careers back
And Hollywood bitches be ready to wife a nigga
All you need is a hit record and some ice my nigga
And the media dickriders slow up like flat tires
Seen they lil' career blow up again when shit dies
They say we ignorant and we stereotype
Even seen Michael Jackson live the criminal life
See these haters'll hate mayne, smile in your face mayne
Call them people on ya try to give you a case mayne

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Heh, he he
If y'all don't know us
Y'all better keep our name out y'all motherfuckin mouth
Cause it's gon' get real ugly after this you feel me?
Y'all can't beat us then join us