Master P

[fox69]

"Itch or Scratch"
(feat. Mac, Master P, Prime Suspect)

"Itch or Scratch"
(feat. Mac, Master P, Prime Suspect)



[Master P]
Niggaz, see this one here?
You see this one here?
Goes out to every soldierette and every soldier
Cross the motherfuckin' board
I don't give a fuck where you from
It's how you come
If you want the hook up, this how it's goin' down
Prime Suspect, Fiend, and Mac
Y'all gonna feel this

[Chorus: X4]
Niggaz get your scratch, bitches get your paper
Soldiers live life to the fullest fo' they take ya

P, I wasn't made for this world
I'm in it like lifetimes before mine
For sure, crime, ya made me?
Then grudgenly enslave me
Yeah, ya paid me, but barely enough to meet my reach
Took it from me, so all I got is Billboard reciepts
To each, his own
I thought my peace was with my chrome
But is knowin' my homies souls, the rest are gone
Hip is on, when my mama go to work for the early morn
Rappin', but my extra muscle hustles for my unborn
All alone, dealin' with some types of risk
That nigga, Riley Smith, made murder, one hundred and fifth
Now get this, how can I ease the pain?
And if you got the hook up, put your boy, feet in the game (Uhh!)

[Chorus X2]

So what you want soldier?
Close your eye, make a wish
Nigga tryin' to come up, is like tryin' to drown a fish
When the drama run up, nobody wanna enlist
Sun down, sun up, we handle minds like this
Soldier rag, in this what the fuck, lookin' and never shook
Flip the wrong page on me, I'll close ya book
Hold the po' for us, got the 5-0's to show for us
Up in the backseat, we cuts loose, and up these handcuffs
And spit, this for my nigga Meeks, still in the hood
Told me to give him the hook up, shit ain't lookin' that good
I lay my live down, pray, god judge my heart
Forgive me for sins, I was only playin' my part
I've been to war before, but survival is never for sure
Will I make a million bucks, or will they bury me poor?
I never know, so I'm dessed up, when I walk the city streets
To keep the heat, for peace I'm on the seat
21 at least nigga

[Chorus X2]

Will your scratch get snatched in a murder cap?
Nigga snake crack, watch they own back, and it ain't about rap
We bring the noise, lost boys with no cause
Slangin' toys, for the fact, we jack and kidnap, we wanted by the big boys

Man I was born in this world of sin
I played the cards I was given, ain't got a quarter so I'm stuck in it
Ghetto livin' still find time to smile through it all
Prayin' up to the good lord, humbley yours
And it hurt, cause the ooze man is pure at heart
Got the game from the start, hopin' it don't tear me apart

Young black deliquent with a ghetto smile
He want it, I want it, I ain't the only nigga on it
Only nigga hungry
A trooper tryin' to make it better
For me and mine, within my time
So when they take my lifeline, don't trip, I lived it to the fullest
And made every kind of man feel glock wehn he pulled this

[Chorus till end]

 

[fox69]

"Jack Of The Jackers"

"Jack Of The Jackers"


I caught you slipping so I took you with a gank move
listen up rap world its a new fool
a new gangsta, gangbanger, slanger, dope dealer
murdering motherfucker, headbanger
so listen to the tunes I tune up
its 91 Master P soon to come up
bodies and large lessons talk
you step to the P you come up short
the no limit mafia is out robbing
jack your beats, stealing and start siding
and you cant say shit, I bet you didnt
know your beak ill sound like this
and watch the ladies move
but the fellows ill laugh
cause they know you got took foo
haha another jack move

cause im the jack of the jackers
cause im the jack of the jackers
cause im the jack of the jackers
cause im the jack of the jackers

I kill for a gangsta beat, and ill snatch ya
to show my simply put a note in your casket
you just got dead by the jack of the jackers
in other words punk, huh, you aint a factor
the world is mines so I took it like scarface
you see a beat I ask for a funky 808
your style is out, its trying for a new trenz
you say real niggaz now were the fuck you been
you see real niggaz just dont sing
were im from we like to gangbang
ski-masks, catch a sucker just creeping
take a joury yo and leave ya sleeping
play ya like a fucking simp
fuck ya bitch and beat your kids with a tree limp
you see thats the life of crime
in other words you make yours
I like to take mine

[Repeat Chorus til end]

 

[fox69]

"Just An Everyday Thang"
(feat. C-Murder)

"Just An Everyday Thang"
(feat. C-Murder)



[Verse 1 (C-Murder)]
I guess its bout time for me to pay my dues
Just got shot got blood on my shoes
Two bullets in my chest that I cannot feel
Left the bulletproof vest in the Coup De'ville
I'm steadily getting weaker I don't know what to do
Picked up the mobil phone dialed T-R-U
Drove myself to the clinic with revenge on my mind
Had to stash all my dope and I hid my nine
Killa killa killa killa I'll pull your card
Just got out of jail beat a murder charge
Nigget niggaz in the hood don't take no crap
Quick to get the gat and peel your cap
Release from the clinic and now I'm looking for a body
Strapped to the matt like a black John Gotti
Ruthless as fuck and my eyes is red
I wanna put a hollow tip in a motherfuckers head
I got word on the street I got funk with the southside
I'm a show 'em how to do a fucking drive-by
Riggety rolled on them slow in the Cadillac
Silkk behind the wheel, me and King in the pack
Master P in the passenger seat getting ready
Taking out the tech nine putting up the machette
Got close to them fools told Silkk to cut the lights off
Grabbed my sawed off and blew the nigga arm off
Rat-tat-tat tat-tat-tat then we bailed out
Got away clean smoking blunts in the house
I can't trip cause you reap what you saw man
Cause murder is an everythang thang

[Chorus]
Its an everyday thang

[Verse 2 (Master P)]
I couldn't find a job so I started slanging crack
Ten motherfuckers in a one room shack
Chopping up ?? 20's and 50's to get my cash up
?? this fucking bitch to hold my mothafucking stash homie
72 oz's that will be two keys
Cook it up with some cut and turn it into three
Open up shop and start serving double ups
5 days later watch a nigga fucking bubble up
Bitches on my dick cause they know I'm living fat
And get the Lexus painted everytime it gets a scratch
But I ain't even tripping
cause I know these hoes don't like me
And every fucking day the feds out to indict me
But I ain't going out on know motherfucking bullshit case
I'd rather slang tapes across the world state to state
Look for distributions start up my own company
So the major motherfucking labels they could hump me
No Limit came up quick just like a bullet
But Master P ?? we pull it
And all them playa hating suckes still talking shit
Better check Billboard the number one hit
Still on the hood on the under ??
Cause selling dope is an everyday thang

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Kenny's Dead"

"Kenny's Dead"


This is Master P
I'm down here in South Park
I just put a million dollar reward up
For any information or anybody who know who killed Kenny
Ya heard?

[Chorus]
(Kenny's dead)
We got to ride tonight
My little homey Kenny died tonight
(that's what I said)
unh!

Kenny strated messin' up, hangin' with the thugs
Cutting class, in the fast section, see weed and drugs
And I guess that's how it is, when the ghetto got you trapped
But Kenny ain't scared, he seen his pops get his neck snapped
People lie in they sheet, on South Park streets
Where the hoes chill and everybody run from the police
But what I liked about Kenny, he wasn't no crip or no blood
And he mumbled when he talked, but he loved that bud

[Chorus]

Alot of hopeless nights chasin' nickels and dimes
Kenny rode the other bus to school, but at night, he did crimes
two eleven, one eighty seven, it's like a hobby
Kenny slowed his roll, he did three years for a robbery
Some say Kenny was the poorest kid on the street
But picture this, Kenny with about ten g's and a couple of keys
Huh, servin' the dope fiends, standin' on the corner
Moved and worked from New Orleans to Arizona
But it was a trip, Kenny always wondered how he would die
Would it be a car crash, a plane, a gun, or suicide
He knew one day that the rats would come
But he didn't know they was gonna scream "'bout it 'bout it"
And hit him with a shotgun
unh!

[Chorus]

Alot of wasted deaths, alot of senseless crime
But everybody think about what you do out there, because uh
Judgment day is for everybody
Just remember that, uh, we can't take none of this wit' us
And it's real out here on these streets
I'd love to live like Kenny
But just remember, Kenny wasn't nothin' but a cartoon
Huh, died, he's dead, ain't no comin' back
Ya heard me?
Hombre, Master P, No Limit
To the world, baby
Don't get no realer than this

 

[fox69]

"Killer Pussy"

"Killer Pussy"


[Master P:] Yo Ann, wuz up?
[Ann:] Wuz up?
[Master P:] Shit girl I know you got it going on and everything
But its like this here, (what?) how come, every nigga you fool
Wit, and shit, nigga get shot and killed, wuz up with that?
[Ann:] Man nigga that shit ain't true
[Master P:] Shit, well, what about Mike, what happened to him?
[Ann:] Oh, that nigga? ummm, they found that motherfucker
In a ditch somewhere
[Master P:] Shit, what about, that; that other nigga Joe you used
To fool with, what happened to him?
[Ann:] Man, Joe was trippin, man, you know he owed some nigga some money, and you know, if you don't pay up you just get got
[Master P:] Ahhh, well what about yo babydaddy, what he did?
[Ann:] That motherfucker was trying to sell dope, and smoke it
At the same fucking time, ignorant ass motherfucker, I'm glad he gone
[Master P:] So you don't think that yo, pussy be like, yankin niggas know what I'm saying?

You got that killa pussy, killa pussy, killa pussy- [2x]
She got that killa pussy, killa pussy, killa pussy- [3x]

I'm not dog pound but yo pussy be the bomb,
but why every nigga that you fuck up liked up dying?
Like my boy Roy but y'all niggas don't feel it,
y'all don't think bitches fucking pussy, can kill trick
Better watch these hoes, talking bout these niggas
but y'all don't know that these pussies got triggers,
getting niggas killed in my hood like bitches!
fucking with these ghetto 1 800 hoe bitches!

Ha, ha, ha, see y'all niggas don't understand,
y'all too busy watching Ricki Lake, and Montel Williams,
tripping on like, bitches killing niggas behind AIDS,
but see that big monkey between they legs?
get niggas trapped like motherfucking rats,
trying to get cheese, ya heard me?

You out the front door, that nigga out the back,
that's how my partner got killed behind some cat,
I ain't got no love for y'all hoes cause y'all tramps,
and bitches act bad when they go to fucking snap,
but bitches y'all can suck a nigga dick and get real,
or better twirk something or buckle up and guard yo grill,
cause I'm laying you hoes on the floor like niggas,
bitches want that dick hoe y'all can feel that trigga,
17 rounds from that motherfucking pistol,
and watch a nigga make a bitch fucking head whistle,
hoes bout that ass, niggas y'all feel me,
but pussy to good to be fucking real G,
I'm from that 3rd ward, niggas started banging,
bitches running up, in cars cause we hanging,
ask a nigga to break em off to get her hair done,
but I ain't giving a bitch nothing but some cum
and hit and run, in the projects ballin wit my motherfucking homies,
and all y'all bitches with that killa pussy,
don't run up on me

[Chorus]

Fool I ain't Spud, but these hoes be creepin
Late at night when a young ballas sleepin
Bitches try to run into the safe and get my money,
but I'll lay a bitch on the floor it ain't funny,
like that bitch Bren-da, got my boy killed,
like that hoe Shell, yea she tried to do O'Neal,
and what about Ep-Do, she can't phase me,
talking that shit about she might have my ba-by,
bitch it ain't mine, I only fucked her once,
I had 2 rubbers so bitch you done, and what
About Wen-dy, and that hoe Su-sy,
Say her pussy be killing niggas think she pack a OO-ZIE,
but I ain't even trippin, all y'all hoes
I watchin my back, I ain't killed behind no motherfucking cat,
this goes to you hoes from the south to the West coast
Even got pussy killin niggas on the East coast,
and all y'all bitches that are bout it won't y'all shout it,
but bitch killin me behind some pussy, nigga I doubt it

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Late Night Creepin'"
(feat. Big Ed, Lil' Ric)

"Late Night Creepin'"
(feat. Big Ed, Lil' Ric)



[Verse 1 (Master P)]
Four niggas in the Chev and we all strapped
Put one up in the chamber case we had to bust caps
Let me let you know bitch who you fucking with
Master P killa murder motherfucking lunatic
With the giggety giggety nine
Put the glock to your dome and your shit will be giggety mine
Break you off something proper bitch
Ask me where I'm from the manor central soutside of the Rich
Worry niggas can't stand me
Cause I'm known on the turf for serving
them fiends that fucking killa candy
Break 'em off as I creep slow
But if you run up on the P
yeah you know you get your ass smoked
12 o'clock and my beeper still beeping
On my way to the northside late night creeping

[Chorus]
Late night creeping (creeping)
Should I say jacking or should I say skeezing

The dope fiends be begging me for crack
Although they want to beat me with they baseball bats

[Verse 2 (Master P)]
Red and to the blue will be the giggety plain giggety thang
A nigga slang dope, but the P I don't gang bang
Leave a sucker dead any mark on a slab of rock
Arrive at your house smoke a sherm than a nigga laugh
Play a game called show and tell
And if the bitch is hella thick tell her meet me at the motel
Cause slipping is a no no
And the bitch better come true so long at the mo mo
I'll leave a bitch dead and broke
Check a hoe, I ain't no motherfucking got damn captain save a hoe
So with my nine I be sleeping
Check it out bitch if you catch me late night creeping

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 (Master P, Lil'Ric)]
I can't sleep at night my mind start playing tricks
I'm having nightmares the ghetto's trying to kill me bitch
I'm paranoid, I sleep with three fucking gats
A tech nine, a oozie, and a carjack
I'm addicted to money and bitches hella disturb
A ounce of dank, that'll calm a nigga nerves
I will mash on that ass like a gas pedal
You owe me scraps I will melt you like a piece of metal
I'm a bounce your ass just like a basketball
And with a pig's blood, write your name up on the wall
So make your fucking death wish
And why you dead I'm gone steal your goods and fuck your bitch
I'm a let you know life in the Rich ain't no joke
So don't you coming riding without your straps hoe
And you know the Rich is known for busting caps
Diggety zap the P put the Rich on the giggety map

[Lil' Ric]
Yeah, back at that ass once again there
Its your nigga Lil Ric, creepin through the windows
Getting him for whatever I can get
Now its time for my niggas to ride
and let this shit fuckin clear

[Verse 4 (Big Ed)]
Late night creeping Big Ed and Master P
P has got his tech I got my nine next to me
Cause niggas like to jack and in the Bay it never stops
But my hollow tips will leave more scars than the chicken pox
Or run up ya like Emmitt
Hitting like Bonds cause I have a nice slugging percentage
Because a nigga's like loced
Run on up, I'll call ya hickory because your gonna get smoked
I ain't no joker g cause I'm TRU
And everybody in my crew a TRU g too
I thought you knew motherfucker
I'm the type of nigga that'll leave ya fucking heart in the gutter
With the rat-tat-tat rat-tat-tat rat-tat-tat-tat
P, I'm gone put this fucking nigga on his back
I'm a show you why they sleeping
Cause its me and P and we late night creeping

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Let Me See It"
(feat. C-Los, Pop, Black, Lil' D, Tank, Ruga)

"Let Me See It"
(feat. C-Los, Pop, Black, Lil' D, Tank, Ruga)



[Chorus: Master P]
Let me see it
Let me see it
Let me see it
Let me see it
Let me see that cat
Let me see that cat
oh BBbbbbitch i don't know what's next
but i love to watch porn because i love sex
Fuck some bitches
and let them suck dick like leeches

[Bridge: C-Los]
Let me see it Girl
I'll make you twirl
You son of a gun
Let me fuck you hun
I'll make you see the sun
And you're going to have fun

[Chorus: Tank]

[Pop Black:]
Let me see that cat
I wanna see if it's as big as a bat
Let me see it
Becuase i wanna fuck that shit
c'mon girl i want to fuck that cat
i love you cause you're the shit
Let me see it
becuase i'll make you see the world
I'm like ludacris because i'm pimpin all over the world
so let me see it

[Chorus: Ruga]

[Lil D:]
Let mee see that shit
In return i won't treat you like shit
it's the truth, i aint making bullshit
Let me fuck that shit
if you have one wish like ray j
your wish is my command because i'm a baller, but i am not gay
im not going to be like frakie j
because i don't have to deal
and im baller for real
and i am not gay like frankie j

[chorus: Master P, C-Los, Pop Black, Lil D, Tank, And Ruga]

 

[fox69]

"Let My 9 Get 'Em"

"Let My 9 Get 'Em"


[Master P]
Where they at nigga? (There they is right there)
Pass me them thangs

[Chorus x3]
Lay it down
Lay it down hit 'em
I ain't talkin' to no fool, bout tah let my 9 get 'em
Uhh!

[Verse-1]
I be bustin' them locs
I be slangin' the dope
I be runnin' from coke
I be bustin' in dos
I be kickin' clown niggas talkin' shit with my business
Eighteen rounds, six five
P's murdah shit
I got the game
Never ball, never cheat, never fall
Put my name on the wall, cuz I'm big balled
Big brained, and big boulder
Big bustah, big hustla
Ain't trustin' no nigga or no bitch, or you busted
Uhh!

[Chorus]
Lay it down
Lay it down nigga hit 'em
I ain't talkin' to no bitch, bout tah let my 9 get 'em

Uhh! (Ugggh)

Lay it down
Lay it down hit 'em
I ain't talkin' to no trick, bout tah let my 9 get 'em

[Verse-2]
Click click go boom
Nigga lay it down
I ain't fuckin' with no bitch ass niggas, or no clown niggas
Or no hoes that's talkin' the game
I got too much to do
I been slangin' cane
In the back, sixty-five for a burg nigga
Roll up on the curb
Sh..duck or you served
I be lucky, niggas steady bustin'
No Limit niggas ain't fuckin' with ya'll bustas
No bustas got game nigga, change nigga
Fuckin' the game nigga
Ya'll niggas that came nigga
I say that I'm servin' 'em
Dumb niggas ain't heard of me
Bust 'em up, I'm bustin' yah
Uhhh yah..I'm servin' yah
I got the game choppin'
Niggas started droppin'
Ask any nigga how we bout it bout it
You stop and know
No, just retire for a minute
Nigga think it's over, but it's only the beginnin'

[Chorus]
Lay it down
Lay it down
Lay it down nigga (ugggh)
I ain't fuckin' with no tricks, yah get clowned nigga

Lay it down
Lay it down let's hit 'em
I ain't bout no fuckin' talk, and let my 9 get 'em

[Verse-3]
Kicked in a crackhouse
Got me a pile of that key
Lay it down young niggas
Now they workin' for me
I got hoes on the pay roll jerkin' it
I got niggas in the project workin' it
But the time don't tick, because the bitch don't flick
So when a nigga get rich
That's when them hoes talk shit
They wanna put yah down on the tee
Young niggas from the South, to the East, to the Mefamines
New Orleans so they workin' it

[Chorus]
Lay it down
Lay it down
Lay it down
Lay it down hit 'em
I ain't bout no fuckin' talkin', let my 9 fuckin' get 'em

Uhh!

Lay it down
Lay it down
Lay it down hit 'em
I ain't talkin' to no bitch, bout tah let my 9 get 'em

Uhh!

Lay it down
Lay it down hit 'em
I ain't talkin' nigga, let my 9 get 'em

[Master P]
No Limit Soldiers don't talk nigga
Let that muthafuckin' 9 get 'em
Fuck rappin' bout it

 

[fox69]

"Let' Em Go"
(feat. Curren$y)

"Let' Em Go"
(feat. Curren$y)



[Master P]
This goes out to anybody in the club
That's with somebody and wanna to be with somebody else
I mean, some of y'all ain't got y'all shit together
And wanna be with a baller, let 'em go

[Chorus (4x):]
[Master P]
Let 'em go (let 'em go)
Let 'em go (let 'em go)
Don't handcuff 'em whodi let the girl work the floor

[Master P]
You just security for the night whodi, you ain't the police
See your girl wanna be free, and if you show her drinks on me
And if she wanna play a little, then let her play
But if y'all happy enough, I'm sorry y'all have a nice day
'Cause I ain't no homewrecker
But baby look at what you missed
24's on the ride and ice on the wrist
I wanna take you out the hood and let you live like Nick Jassiter??
Roll with this thug but you gotta get rid of that cancer
Then we can beep beep, I mean, creep creep
I ain't the Ying Yang Twins but you know I like to skeet skeet
And that boy got a chick I like
But I just came in the party I ain't came to start a fight

[Chorus (4x)]

[Curren$y]
Yeah, they know the kid roll up on them 21's
Diamonds on my wrist reflectin' colors like some Lucky Charms
Niggaz grabbin' they girls and puttin' cuffs up on me on
She think she all hot but she was until she met the don
I got my game from the Colonel spit a flame at her
Burnin' with nothing, the girl around me 'cause I set her up
But my aim ain't to hurt, I know my name
And I con her I might hit her with some G but I won't stack her up
Hot spitter man, money and cars I got it
Young like ?? we'll come too my house and talk about it
Shorty diggin' on me, just let her step with the dog
Take them handcuffs off a whodi you ain't a wrestler frog

[Chorus (4x)]

[Master P]
Let 'em go
So if they came with you, and don't leave with you
Don't trip
Just let 'em go
'Cause tomorrow, you can do your thing, you heard
That's some real game
Club over now
Go home
Fuck, go cry or something
We ain't bout to fight behind no broad
I got money, I'm out

 

[fox69]

"Let's Get 'Em"
(feat. C-Murder, Magic)

"Let's Get 'Em"
(feat. C-Murder, Magic)



[Master P/C-Murder]
[Chorus]
Where them niggas at
Where them niggas at
There them niggas go
[Master P]
Uhhhhh
Fuck it, let's get em [x4]

[C-Murder]
I'm a motherfucking soldier
Bitch I thought I told ya, I smoke your ass like doja
Niggas mad cause my tapes selling like crack
Sold a million records, not one disc came back
You know, I gotta repre fuckin sent
My ghetto niggas got me getting paid like the president
But TRU niggas don't yap about it (yap about it)
But when I do some gangsta shit, you know I gotta rap about it
I left the dope on the motherfucking table
The feds mad cause we the number one rap label
No Limit records made history in this bitch
And it's a myth on how ghetto niggas getting rich
The whole world say they bout it bout it
I drop this ghetto shit, and get my thug niggas rowdy
My tank dogs coming through, where them niggas at
Ready to hit em, P, pass me them thangs, let me get em

[Chorus x4]

[Magic]
P man, pass me them thangs and let me get em
I be damned if I don't kill a nigga
they shouldn't be fuckin with ya
They don't respect a fucking soldier
They gonna roll or get rolled over, or get fucked over
Now I may be the first to go with, but you best believe
Thirty niggas came out here to get us, thirty niggas gonna bleed
I'm here to protect and serve my tank dogs
And any nigga that fuck with us
Colonel, get ready to go to war, I'm hitting hard
A made nigga, that's why they call me mister Magic
Busting that niggas that try it, Magic and laugh
I'm military minding, I don't second guess
Click clack blast, erasing niggas, it's all bad

[Chorus x4]

[Master P]
Nigga I ride for scrilla, hang with dealers
Daddy wasnt home so I rode with them killers
And thug niggas high off hennesey and weed
Tatoos and oz's, invested in CD's
Now the feds wanna see me dead
Independent, black owned and teaching other niggas how to get paid
Ran with some gangs, bank for some change
Third ward niggas don't play no fucking games
Me and Silkk, C-Murder, we killers
Plus Magic together, a world of TRU niggas
Taking over this rap game
It's No Limit for life, lights out I'm the trigger man

(bang, bang, bang, bang)
OK, I'm reloading. Ha ha.
I told yall, No Limit niggas, we mercenary soldiers.
We don't talk, we don't rap about niggas.
We all about getting our motherfucking paper.
A coward dies a million deaths, but a soldier only dies once nigga.
Real niggas, they play the motherfucking game they don't talk nigga.
Ha ha, yall fake ass niggas, yall think about it.
Rapping for the motherfucking white folks.
We independent black owned nigga.
Ghetto niggas, ha.
Real niggas and bitches unite. Ha ha.
Fuck fifteen percent nigga, I want the whole motherfucking wallet.
Talk to the niggas I feed nigga if you got problems.