Master P

[fox69]

"If"
(feat. Curren$y, Souya)

"If"
(feat. Curren$y, Souya)



[Master P (Souya)]
Yeah shorty, we could be like Bonnie & Clyde, ya heard
Go out there and get this paper
You wit it? (yeah I'm wit it)
Then let's ride then (alright)

[Chorus: Master P (Souya)]
If them people find that steal (I'll take a case for you)
If I go to jail (I'm a wait for you)
If they question you (I ain't gonna say nothin')
If I need bail (I'm a bring the money)

[Master P]
I ain't checkin' you shorty
But it's somethin' I need to know
How serious this relationship is
And how far can it go
See, love and respect is somethin' you gotta earn
And if we don't keep up with each other, then somebody else get a turn
Would you ask me why if I told you to carry a gun
And do you know how to spur me if I just wanted to have some fun
Can a thug get a massage if I needed your hands
And would you jump in the ride if I told you to bring me them thangs
If a nigga tried to get at me would you ride for me
And if you couldn't swim would you take a dive for me
I know you like gifts, so I could buy you things
Like Benzs, Jaguars, Lexus, bubble-eyed Range
No obligation, I'm just tryin' to keep it real
Would you argue, fuss and fight when I need you to chill
Can you be cute and still be freakin'
When I leave out the door you ain't gonna try to be sneakin'
If I go to jail you can three-way my people
I need you Lord till I come home and be the sequel

[Chorus]

[Curren$y]
I been through a lot of girls in my life
But never found one who down to ride like you ride
If it's a problem then you gon' be right by my side
Even if I got a couple keys I need you to hide
'Cause you a real chick
One that I can chill with and bill with
Help me get my hustle on, climb up on the mill with
Even through the trouble you don't want a nigga still with
When it's said and done gon' be the one I have my kids with
Yeah you my baby girl, livin' in this crazy world
Wanted you a burner so I bought you a 380 girl
You understand my life and know that it's hard for me
And you the kind of girl I know my mama would want for me
And if the coppers stop us I know you'll take the charge for me
Makin' sure, stack some bricks in the trunk of your car for me
We live the lifestyle of ballers and stars and shit
And I'm out here grindin' to make sure we can afford the shit

[Chorus - 2X]

 

[fox69]

"If I Could Change"
(feat. Steady Mobb'n)

"If I Could Change"
(feat. Steady Mobb'n)



Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before i die i hope i have a chance to make a change
[4x]

I'm at the time in my life when a nigga ready to change
I'll be dead or in jail if I don't shake this thang
feel like I'm trapped in a prison, slowly waiting to die
it's getting harder for my people, yet we don't know why
they cuttin sistas off welfare, these kids can't eat
and it's the children like ? turned out by the street
I couldn't see it while I was outside slangin my rocks
servin' death to my people, commitin the ultimate evil
robbin' and killin' my own kind, Lord forgive me
blinded by this life of crime, God somebody hear me
since the death of my momma, my life is filled with drama
lost both of my kids, punished for what dirt that I did
I can't bring em back, so I get high to forget
all the mistakes that I made, that time won't let me erase
I keep my head up high, but I'm stuck in this game
Steady checkin' myself, God help me to change

[Chorus 4x]

If I could change, I'd bring my momma back from the grave
I ain't got too much trouble cause we livin' in the last days
crime pays, doing broads can get you AIDS, gotta wear a strap these days
All the time I stay high, trying to fight my stress
jealous fool of the world trying to put me to rest
last night i had a talk with my momma
then the cry, asking god if she'd serve a purpose before she dies
you can see it in my eyes, a brotha wanta slow down
I ain't mad at ya daddy cause you didn't come around
I'm knowing that the times is hard, but you can make it
You see the opportunity, you take it
but what about my little baby, I got a mouth to feed
But i still wanta hang on the streets and smoke weed with the O.G.'s
my homies rest in peace in the game
I don't think you'll ever know the pain
I wanta change

[Chorus 4x]

Lord know, picute me ballin
trapped in this ghetto with my young G's callin
Henacee and weed when they bury P
a quarter key, 6 G's, when they carry me
fall on my knees to no nigga
trapped in this hood, raised by chrome trigga
never had a pops, a nigga learned to slang cream
should have been a chemist, the way i work a triple beam
life, is like a page, I wanta turn
I wanta make a change, but Lord you let my brotha burn
I done seen a nigga lose his life over zurcubian stones
everynight, my auntie bring a nigga home
momma worrying cause the rent late
3 strikes, my cousin's doing time upstate
I sent him Camel with no filters
I'm in the ghetto slangin stones with staight killas, ugghh
I know kids that pack gats cause they bout it, bout it
I'm from the murder capital of the world and we rowdy, rowdy
is there a heaven for a gangsta, Lord put me to sleep
cause your best friend turn into your enemy
crooked cops is dirty in this shaded game
go on take me out the ghetto
I wanta make a change

[Chorus fade out]

 

[fox69]

"Intro"

"Intro"


[Erica Fox singing to the tune of "star-spangled banner"]

Oh, say to the
crooked cops that searchin'
Sees me and my homies (uuuggghhh)
And there's No Limit till we free (ya heard?)
Cause you haters can't stop me

[Master P (talking):] Can't never! Can't NEVER!
Nigga, I'm delivering the mail! Platinum! (Deliverin' the mail!)
Ghetto postage. To every soldier and soldierette in the ghetto, Cee-lo beats, soldier productions! (Ha, ha. We back in this, Whodie.)
And all the fakers, we done got rid of em! (They gone)
If it don't say No Limit on the back of their records...(don't fuck with em)
They ain't with us, ya heard? (Don't ask no shit bout it)
All the real niggas, y'all know how it's goin' down. (I ain't fucking wit ya)
We hustlas for life, baby. Hustlas for life. (If they ain't with No Limit...)
I might not get 5 mics... (...then they the enemy. Remember that!)
...but I'm the hottest shit on the streets. (Ain't no coming back, either, Whodie.)
Haha!
(Haha!)
Play them beats and let's ride. NO LIMIT NIGGA!

(And I'mma tell y'all all these old fake-ass niggas out there with these number jobs - or should I say local deals - y'all know NO LIMIT THE ONLY MOTHERFUCKIN' INDEPENDANT BLACK-OWNED COMPANY OUT THERE! And still doin' this shit. Thanks to all y'all real niggas that been supportin' us. Oh, yeah. And I'mma end this note on - these old bitch-ass niggas that snitchin' goin' to the police, I can't fuck wit y'all.
THIS ONLY FOR THE REAL NIGGAS!)

[Explosion]

 

[fox69]

"Is it You? (Deja Vu)"

"Is it You? (Deja Vu)"


[Master P]
My adversaries hate me, this ghetto got me crazy
I hope these streets don't play me, mama why you MADE me?
I'm a No Limit thug nigga
Live the American dream, so society think I'ma drug dealer
Cause I hang with the MADE Men
600 Rolls Royce's and Ferrari's on the PAVEment
Ghetto fabulous, Rolex with the pearl face
Million dollar mansion, imagine livin like Scarface
And then the Feds started watchin me
Johnny Cochran's clockin me
Can't depend on black, not no stoppin me
Started from the bottom, made it to the top
I told you No Limit just came to make the CLUB rock
Get it rowdy (UNNNNGH) get it bout it
Made the cover of The Source when everybody doubted me
and nickname me The Last Don
And everytime I say UNGH (UNNNNNNGH) you gotta press rewind

[Chorus: Keva]

Deja vu..
You could be the thug that I will do
(That's right baby) Is it you?

[Made Men]
Yo.. feel these Made Men, we blazin, hella ganje, elegante
Watch TV, you can see E, in 3-D, on your TV
Yo E be, thug type, or some nights, we Gucci
Burnin lucci, Dom P, ice rocked out, with a dimepiece
Profusely, spendin lucci, extravagant cuisine
Such arrogance between, the sheets to the extreme
Trips to the Carribean, in a jacuzzi, with a uzi
Try to bruise me, then I coolly, pop pop shots like a juve'
How your crew be? For the 3/4th, it's Nico, take the meek off
While we floss, hit the weed spot, then freak off, in the sheik long
Got three glocks, niggaz don't want no drama, lyrical Unabomber
Puffin head trauma, ? slugs blastin through your body armor

[Chorus: Keva + Master P]

Deja vu.. [UNNNNNNNNGH]
You could be the thug that I will do
(Ahh.. that's right) Is it you? (Mmm-hmm)
I keep rememberin (mmmMMMM)
I keep rememberin [Made Men and these No Limit Soldiers]
Deja Vu [Made Men and these No Limit Soldiers]
[Made Men and these No Limit Soldiers]

[Mr. GZUS]
Yo, they welcome this Lenox kid
Slicker lyrical gripper number one pick
Yo call me Mr. GZUS, chargin bitches like they Visa's
I ride the blaze skunk, instead of fake funk
Get a taste of this slam dunk
Nigga pops and ya stop junk, my style krunk
Tryin to make all my shit bump
til my pockets got the mumps
Always pray I never have to dump
with the eight-shot, punk you're fucked
You shoulda ducked you bitch
A killer really never have to switch
A-with the real slow pitch that hit
Bass that make your ears split
Cause I know that you're tired of the bullshit counterfeit
so I'm flippin this script up like a lunatic
Better pay attention who you fuckin with
Nigga got the trigger on the 380Z hit it squeeze
Hang around nothin but killers fu'realla
with itchy fingers and homicidal tendencies
Made Men blow your back out til you black out
Trust me, you won't be seein no more, for sure
Fuck around and be face to face with the four-four
Made Men, these niggaz bug more

[Chorus: Keva + Master P]

Deja vu.. (ahhh, mmmmm)
You could be the thug that I will do
(Whatchu want me to do baby?) Is it you? (Uh-huh)
Deja vu.. (yeahh)
Could you be the thug that I want to
(it's hot, uh-huh) Is it true?
I keep rememberin [Made Men and these No Limit Soldiers] [UNGGGGGHH]
I keep rememberin [Made Men and these No Limit Soldiers]
Deja Vu [Made Men and these No Limit Soldiers]
[Made Men and these No Limit Soldiers] [UNGGGGGHH]

 

[fox69]

"Is There a Heaven 4 a Gangsta?"

"Is There a Heaven 4 a Gangsta?"


Hah, light ya lighta
Damn, I done did some messed up stuff
Rest in peace Tupac
I wonder this my last weed I'ma smoke
This for all my dead homies
My last time ridin up in a fixed up car
Another soldier gone
with gold plates
Unhhhhhhh
My last bitch I'ma fuck, is this the end?

Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta

Grew up in the ghetto, raised by killers T-R-U 'cross my stomach
Yo' neighborhood thug nigga, tryin to make it
Out this fucked up environment
Where niggaz die tryin to make a dollar outta fifty cents
The ghetto got me crazy, I smell daisies
But I can't die tonight my old lady's pregnant with a baby
Tupac said there's a heaven foe a G
But I wonder if there's a restin place for killers and gangsta niggaz like me
Me fucked never lost my life and sold my soul to the devil
I hope I die in my sleep but the noise it's gonna be a one-eighty-seven
Ain't no turnin back I'm strapped with two chrome gats
I see death around the corner (damn, run) my time to go I'm ready to black
Cause I'ma soldier, gone off that doja
Ain't no cryin at my funeral I lived life to the fullest as a high roller
So when I die, put me in a pine box
Bury me like a G two glocks and a fuckin bag of rocks
And open up clouds for these strangers
Before you take me Lord tell me

Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta

Look into the eyes of a killa, neighborhood drug dealer
From ghetto, hero swore he wouldn't be the next nigga
to lose his life in this dope game cocaine
He told me don't trust nobody; his best friend was the trigga man
I see tears in his sista and his momma eye
His old lady stare at the casket askin God why
The church is full of killers, and drug dealers
Bangers, and motherfuckin cap peelers
Six of his homies carried him to the hearse
First time that he even been to church
Damn, now he's in the dirt
Pourin out beer for my dead homey
A bunch of rest in peace t-shirt with his motherfuckin picture on it
This nigga lived fuckin rowdy, and if he gotta die
he don't give a fuck cause this nigga, been BOUT IT

Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!

This goes out to all y'all motherfuckin soldiers
True niggaz, high rollers, No Limit niggaz, gangstas
Caviar niggaz, niggaz that dyin with motherfuckin badges on they casket
Niggaz that's dyin in this rap game
All y'all real niggaz
Or should I say this new wave, dope game
Y'all feel this, all y'all niggaz dyin in the pen
All y'all real niggaz that lost niggaz
I'ma strike y'all nigga with some game
All y'all real bitches that lost niggaz
Ain't nuttin mo' precious than life
Gangsta niggaz and gangsta bitches
Gangsta niggaz in the Ward, Baton Rouge
Go pout some beer out for y'all thug niggaz
All y'all niggaz on Death Row
Lake Charles, Shreveport, New Mexico
R.I.P. nigga
Mississippi, Texas, Alabama, Atlanta

Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, UHHHHH!
Indiana
[fades]

 

[fox69]

"It Don't Get No Better"
(feat. Black Felon)

"It Don't Get No Better"
(feat. Black Felon)



[Master P]
Whoah! Oh No! Don't be scared!
It aint over til its over nigga.
A good soldier prepare for war in a time of piece ya heard me?
Where my niggas at? OVER HERE WHODI!
Where my bitches at? OVER HERE WHODI!
I want ya'll to raise them motherfuckin soldia rags high ya heard me?!
What?!

[Chorus X2]
Nigga it don't get no better, me and my souljas gonna stick together
Rich or poor, poor or rich, No Limit is da army and we wont quit

[Master P]
I see a lot of thugs souljas lose they boots in tha mud
He was only 19, now he doin time for drugs
Now aint that a bitch, lil' shorty used to rhyme
But now he sittin in a cell droppin quarters, nickels & dimes
Once your dawg gone, then tha cat gonna play
I seen lil momma in tha club shakin that ass everyday
Now she telling me she need some milk for the kids
Now if that wasn't my dawg, u know a player'd be hittin it
See some of these hoes are bitches too
And I would front on my dogs for no bitches or no loot

[Chorus X2]

[Black Felon]
What? What? What? What?
My definition of riches is much different
Make it hard to swallow
But I'm vicious, and who gonna stand in front of this 200 lb Rottweiler?
My mission, no competition, kill'em all like roaches
Wit more niggas on my team, and we all some soldiers
I'm re-adjustin you nigga's focus, ya'll see tha game crooked
No nigga that I know could take tha game where I took it
Black Felon still yellin habitual offender
Ya'll niggaz better keep a distance from the rath of this blender
I was born without a heart, so I live off game
If I get tempted then I can flip it, nigga I breath pain

[Chorus X3]

 

[fox69]

"It Dont Make No Sense"
(feat. Chief Keef)

"It Dont Make No Sense"
(feat. Chief Keef)



[Intro: Master P]
Sosa tell em, Master P huh
This shit don't make no sense (naw)
It's like a movie, I'm the director
My little niggas ready, uh huh
They what don't kill you make you stronger

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
Ganja Ganja, I be smoking Ganja
I gets lots of commas, and I can fuck yo momma
So 30′s no revolvers
Flexing in the summer
Riding in my hummer, 24′s forgiatos
Thumbing thru the check
Steady buying that Texas shit
I got no limit in the clip in my fn and I let it spit
Ay Trel over here, he pull up in the whip
Gotta lot of banana clips, fruity nigga don't get mixed
I say bitch I'm from Chiraq, we got more killers than Afghanistan
O-block it's just us, we the new Ku Klux Klan
All my boys knock hammers
Now all of your niggas damaged
Some of your boys won't make it
For this 300 karats bang

[Hook: Chief Keef]
This shit don't make no sense (nah)
This shit don't make no sense
This shit don't make no sense (nah)
This shit don't make no sense (huh)
I say this shit don't make no sense
This payroll in my pocket
This shit don't make no sense (huh)
I say this shit don't make no sense
This 100 in my clip
This shit don't make no sense
I say this shit don't make no sense bang

[Verse 2: Master P]
In the jungle with killas
Tell the streets that we made it
Untouchable niggas, we was born to be hated
Me and Sosa won't tell it, we get money together
Hood niggas we eating and we die for whatever
See they scared of my niggas, they wouldn't give him a ride
I said free c-murder and we gonna ride for Trayvon
Taking pictures in the hood, some of these niggas be snitches
Peeling talking with hoes while I'm counting my riches
Bad bitches we call it, I'm on the block with my niggas
Louie V on the pillows smoking weed with them killas
I'm a ride for my niggas now the world gone finish
Underrated by some, disputed by many

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Fat Trel]
This shit don't make no sense
All the money all the bitches I get
Ride high but my 40 ride low
It's on my lap I don't tote it in the air
I can't forget to flip and whip and make a pot
Molly high you can see it in my eyes
Give her dick cause I know she likes to ride
And she fuck me anywhere at any time
I make a hit she take a brick and break it down
Stuff the brick and make my bitches wait in line
It's nothing new cause boy I do this all the time
And since I shoot she better knew to admire

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"It's A Drought"
(feat. Afficial)

"It's A Drought"
(feat. Afficial)



[Hook - 2x]
It's a drought, but we got dope
We got dope, we got dope
It's a drought, but we got dope
Then it's gon cost you mo'

[Master P]
First you mix the dope, then you cook the dope
And if you ain't a fiend, you don't smoke the dope
This ain't a movie, and you ain't Scarface
So don't bring no hoe around you, that love white cake
C-Murder facing life, and never gave a name
And you niggaz turn on each other, for a couple of them thangs
I must address this shit, cause it's a serious fucking issue
How you gon accept a badge, 'fore the police come get you
We don't fuck with y'all kind, whodi why you snitching
This ain't baseball, so stop pitching
And making collect calls, to the police
Get your jersey retired, whodi you don't know me
I should of stayed in school, could of been a doctor
But I'm riding Third Ward boys, trying to lose them helicopters
But I ain't with being broke, got the scale in my coat
We gon get through this man, meet me by the sto'
And I don't know, what they told you boy
I got that A1, whole baking soda boy
You could add the B12, put it in a bag
Take it to the hood, I bet it go fast

[Hook - 2x]

[Desperado]
I take razors to the plate, chop up the yay
Till they call the corner store, the Hard Rock Cafe
So I kick in the door, cause they heard I supply bricks
I got 10 they find more, I could hide 6

[Yukon]
You think quick, when there's money on the line
That's when I come through, and get em every time
Fine line 'tween the vision my chain, like it's straw
And the nose of a fiend, and they sniffing that caine

[Desperado]
You snort raw, I got Peruvian pure
My connect not dimmy, but he giving me more
How you a hustler dog, since you with the top off
Best taking flicks, so you tripping making drop off's

[Yukon]
The game clear, when I'm spitting these bars
It's that of a real nigga, when I sit through a charge
We got work man, tell me what you want
Yeah he supplying shit, I can get it in a month
Put the pieces in place

[Desperado]
Then we find the yay

[Yukon]
No shorts on the strip

[Desperado]
All the money be straight

[Yukon]
Don't hate if you broke, must of woke up late

[Desperado]
Cause we be up when the sun rise, dope don't wait

[Hook - 2x]

[Master P]
Now the FED's came through, took some niggaz off the block
Rat-a-tat-tat, this shit won't stop
Now how many niggaz, got to die in this game
'Fore we all realize, we gotta get out of this thang
And if you make it to money, get your life straight
Find another way out, before it's too late
Ain't nothing wrong, with making it out of the hood
It's enough for in the game, where the playas play for good
And these cats, be barking
Keep your eyes on these niggaz, that you know that be talking

[talking]
You heard me, fuck
Get against the car

 

[fox69]

"It's A Jungle Out Here"
(feat. Howie T)

"It's A Jungle Out Here"
(feat. Howie T)



[Master P]
Said it got lions tigers bears, in the motherfucking project
Don't trust nobody, the neighbors stole my mama check
The mail man act like, he ain't know shit
I'm on the porch, with a motherfucking bad bitch
I load it up, like I'm loading up the ammo
Nigga talking shit, cause we living like we Rambo
Gas prices high, so niggaz be cyphon
Yeah I'm hype, and last year you didn't like me
I'm Mike Jones on this bitch, Drone on this bitch
Buck jumping hard, going home on this bitch
From the projects to the high rise, and that ghost going bye bye
Got bitches twerking for me, smoking just like she Ri-Ri
Shiiit, I get better with time
Nigga owe me money, bitch better give me mine
Triiiick, keep talking that shit
75 million sold, but I ain't done with this bitch yeah

[Chorus: Howie T]
What don't kill you, only make you stronger
With no love, and living for the moment
It's your time, just show em that you want it
It's your time, it's your time
It's on you incredible
Through the pain, we won't let it show
So put your hands through the roof, this what champions do
And never ever let em stop you from being you
It's a jungle out here

[Master P]
Call me Louie Armstrong, way I blow that trumpet
My baby mama tripping, shit she ain't saying nothing
Yeeeeeah, I feel sorry for my ex
Call TMZ, she won't get another check
I'm a hood nigga, I came up in the trap
You ain't dodge no bullets, you ain't wrote no rap
I'm on the block, gone off that energy drank
Make em sau ugh, and that's money in the bank
Started lil' time big time, yeah we came up
When I made Forbes, super models ran up
Me and Boz still thugging, ain't nothing change us
Big money over here, put that lil' change up
My uncle on the corner, drinking a motherfucking fifth
I done made it out the hood, with my motherfucking gift
We don't fuck with haters, in God we trust
Uptown Calliope, in pistols we bust
God damn, yeah I'm back
God damn, time to get rid of these rats
God damn, tell the DJ bring it back
Shit I got me, watch your motherfucking back

[Chorus]

[Howie T]
Oh it's a jungle out here
Yeah, it's a jungle out here
Oh, it's a jungle out here
Yeah, it's a jungle out here

 

[fox69]

"It's All Good"
(feat. Ashleey)

"It's All Good"
(feat. Ashleey)



I've been tryin to call you baby, where you at?
[P] I'm out here on the block thuggin
[P] After this, you ain't gon' have to want for nuttin, ya heard?

[Ashleey]
I've been waitin on you, for all night long
Thinkin 'bout what I'll do when you get home
Boy I'll cook for you, massage you too
And give you that freaky good lovin if you want me to

[Chorus: Master P - repeat 4X w/ Ashleey in the background]
It's all good shorty, this be the hood shorty
Paradise straight up the road through the wood shorty

[Master P]
Wanna take you to, paradise cause the hood is hot
We done seen so many people in the hood get shot
And I, don't wanna see my baby cry
Anything happen to you I'm down to ride or die
And, I know the kids come first
But I love puttin money in your Louis Vuitton purse - can you feel me?
Girl you lookin beautiful
Let's get your nails done, on a plane or a boat
You deserve the finer thangs
Like Jaguars, minks, and diamond rangs
A mansion with a big piano
We can live like the Black Sopranos
They say all good girls love thug niggaz
I guess that's why I'm so in love wit'cha
Let's ride, let's ride
Me and you we can thug to the other side

[Chorus]

[Hook: Ashleey]
I want it, I want it
I really really want it
I'm gonna, put it on ya
So tell me that you want it
I need it, I need it
I really really need it
I'm gonna, put it on ya
So tell me that you want it

[Master P]
Put you in a bubble I Bentley with the matchin top
Hit the mall shawty, you can shop 'til you drop
I told you I'ma change your world
Designer names, you that kind of girl
Diamond rangs with the Rolex
You need a dress, Liz Claiborne can drop into the pro-jects
You put my name on your body and I'm feelin that
You told me never let the hood hold you back
You was there when I needed ya
Now, I don't mind {?} pleasin ya
Girl we used to thug together
On the block, even hit the club together
Wakin up to Kool-Aid and Crist'
Now you got the ice the size of Hershey's Kiss
I went to jail, youse the first to come visit
Now I'm home, anythang you want, girl go get it

[Chorus]

[Hook - as music fades]