Master P

[fox69]

"Let's Get 'Em"
(feat. Mystikal, Silkk The Shocker)

"Let's Get 'Em"
(feat. Mystikal, Silkk The Shocker)



Yo locs nigga shit, I know you done whipped up this muthaphukkin dope, but we gonna break these niggas off.
But, uh I need to go out and handle my buisiness with some of these niggas, cause uh niggas out here are rappin, or should I say yappin.
They dont realize that, nigga this is real life.
This reality. You know what Im sayin? Nigga when you say somethin about a nigga, you got to be ready to die for that shit.
You know what Im sayin? I mean its like uh, niggas out here wanna be me. Heh.
Niggas know the real from the fake man. I smell a muthafuckin jealousy everywhere I go.
Niggas is wearin it. But uh, we bout to handle this muthafuckin shit.
We gonna set the muthafuckin record straight. UGGGH.

There they go
There they go
There they go
UGGGHHH!
Pass me them thangs
Lets Get Em!
[3x]

I get swoll like a boulder
Bitch Im a soldier
Yall runnin from the rollers
I slang tapes like crack
My rhymes so pure you hit it with 2,7
8 come back
And the game wont change cause Im the dopeman
But why yall niggas still runnin all off at the mouth man
TRU niggas dont talk shit
We in the game stackin Gs
Yall niggas still tryna get me
With playas and hustlas
But chall cant make no money
Cause yall niggas BUSTAS!
Hahm Bra
The game wont change
Yall niggas mad cause Master P got some change
Seen a nigga in the ghetto slangin dope
Now yall buyin my shit out the record store
And yo baby momma lovin me
And everytime you turn on the TV
I feel ya muggin me
But I cant be stopped
Cause real TRU niggas make their money from slangin rocks
Heh yall niggas slangin bunk rhymes
Thats why Im in the game, and I got mine
And yall Jewish brothas hollerin that black shit
Quick to sell a muthafucka to the white bitch
For 15%
That aint enough money to pay my muthafuckin rent
I made a movie nigga think Im slangin coke a lees
Nobody questions Bill when hes smokin weed
And Pac and Biggie taught me a lesson
What?
Never leave without your Smith N Wesson.

Bitch you went from the man that go AHHH
And the man that go UGGH
I ought to be proof up your ass that there just aint no limit to the shit
we been doin
Only way to keep you from sayin my name is to put my dick in your mouth
I piss on your porch, shit in your house
Somebody said that you were talkin about me
I heard that
I could fuck you up with words but you dont deserve that
Go ahead rhymes rest your fuckin barber, but hurry back
I took a brain outta my own head
Whip yo ass with one of my platts
You mad cause Im bringin home big ol shows my nigga with no tax
Jumpin cause we got a bigger fan bases and gold plats
Unfortunately a couple of things that in this industry that niggas dont
understand
90 percent of this shit is your buisiness
10 percent of this shit is your timing
Slangin tapes across the whole planet
Mystikal, Master P, Silkk tha Shocker
We gonna keep this bitch jammin
Above the standard
No Limit on the charts slammin
Fuckin wit what we planned
Well gonna leave you dead where you standin
Aint that fool yall

Whenever we have to fuckin talk
We be silent
Or should I say real silent
Real niggas they speak with fuckin violence
Thats why I play a muthafucka like hockey
They mad cause they ho jock me
They cant stop me
So their result is to fuckin copy
I say P where they at?
There they go
I spot em I got em
Got EM!
Probably man thinks they on the muthafuckin top they on the bottom
See uh, you run your mouth
Nigga, Ill be like nigga what!
What
Tryna talk some shit about em, they wanna be just like us!
They talk about one
They talk about all of fuckin us
Fuckin white roll real killas dealas who dont give a fuck!
See Im on some evil murderous devil shit
Got some niggas over they head they couldnt get off
I was the devilest
So what you sayin nigga
I roll with niggas with big triggers
Million dolla shit niggas with big figures
Tru niggas
Yall can tell, we soldiers off the back
We dont fuck around we stay strapped
Fucked up talkin bout you know where we at
Wherever, whenever, however it goes
I wash your mouth out with soap
Rush to you outside know what Im sayin
No fuckin mo!
Here we go

All yall fake ass niggas. Nigga gon get chall. Cause you know what? A
real TRU nigga, when he go to jail, he never rat on his potna. He get
caught by the police TRU niggas dont talk. Whenever TRU nigga falled off
in the street, he hustles. Cause TRU niggas know how to pop back up. They
dont need to use other niggas names. Another niggas muthafuckin game. A
TRU nigga is a muthafuckin man. Gotta stand on his own nigga. All yall
fake niggas, yall eventually gonna fade with the muthafuckin wind. Until
then nigga we bout it bout it n rowdy rowdy nigga. No Limit for life.
T-R-U nigga And when I say T-R-U, I mean the whole No Limit family. The
muthafuckin group TRU, Master P, Cmurder, and Silkk nigga. Family.
Remember that.

 

[fox69]

"Let's Ride (Radio Edit)"

"Let's Ride (Radio Edit)"


[MP] Let's get rowdy, let's get rowdy
[MJ] Know Montell is Bout It Bout It
[MP] Let's get rowdy
[MJ] Master P is Bout It Bout It
[MP] Let's get rowdy... looka here
[MP] Let's get rowdy

[Montell Jordan]
Stepped in the club, after my show
You know the spot, where everybody's on the low low (let's get rowdy)
That's when I saw her, she saw me (unggggggggggh)
She told me she liked Master P, and Montell occassionsly
So I laid back, put a fifty in my mouth
Said I wanna see you shake it girl
cause that's what that Bout It Bout It's 'bout (let's get rowdy)
All the n*ggaz in the club, was jealous of me
Cause I waited for it, I stayed for
And I'm damn near 'bout to pay for it
So

[Chorus: Montell Jordan (Master P)]

Let's ride (let's get rowdy)
All night (let's get rowdy)
I don't doubt it (let's get rowdy)
Your love is Bout It Bout It (let's get rowdy)
and I'm so excited (let's get rowdy)
Sooooo excited (let's get rowdy)
Girl I wanna ride it (let's get rowdy)
Girl I wanna ride (let's get rowdy)
Let's ride (unggggggggggggggh)
Tonight
Can't do without it
Your love is Bout It Bout It (let's get rowdy)
And I want tonight
And I'm Bout It Bout It baby (let's get rowdy)
Girl I wanna ride it (let's get rowdy)

[Montell Jordan]
Now baby was more than incredible, she did her thing
5'5" 146, wearing nothing but a G-string
Her chocolate lips and, sexy thighs, sittin properly up on top of me
She's ridin, and never ain't no stoppin me now
She bounced back, then rocked slow
Like she's auditioning to kick it in my video (unggggggggggggh)
There ain't No Limit, to what she'd do
I'm listening, she's whispering
Her girl wanna ride me too

[Chorus: Montell Jordan (Master P)]

Let's ride (let's get rowdy)
Yes she do
All night (let's get rowdy)
I don't doubt it (let's get rowdy)
Your love is Bout It Bout It (let's get rowdy)
and I'm so excited (let's get rowdy)
Said I'm sooooo excited (let's get rowdy)
But girl I wanna ride it (let's get rowdy)
Baby won't you let me ride (let's get rowdy)
Let's ride (let's get rowdy)
Wanna slap them thighs (let's get rowdy)
Can't do without it
Your love is Bout It Bout It (let's get rowdy)
And I want tonight (let's get rowdy)
Baby yeahhh, baby yeahhh (let's get rowdy)
Girl I wanna ride it (let's get rowdy)
Listen baby (you know we Bout It Bout It)

[Montell Jordan]
She's moving up and down, and round and round tonight
Moving up and down, and around and around (unggggggggggggh)
She's moving up and down, and round and round, let's ride
Oh baby ain't nothin like the real thing, can't you see

[Master P]
See us Soldiers do it wild, I could make you smile
Make my nine go pow, put on your boots let's run some miles
Camouflage on them sheets, make that headoard squeak
Up and down til you weak, cause us thugs like to freak
68'll be my code, if you Bout It girl let's roll
I told you was No Limit cause tonight, anything goes

[Silkk the Shocker]
Anything goes, let's roll, lemme help you take up off your clothes
Give me a preview before, and the rest after the show
Thug love mixed with cream, Hennessey, strawberries, and Moet
Champagne, mo' in bath hop in the hot tub, drop a foot off a Oriental Rug
Can't get enough, you on top of me, me on top of you
Do what you want to this thug, girl ain't no stoppin you

[Chorus: w/ variations (mostly minus Master P)]

 

[fox69]

"Life Ain't Easy"
(feat. C-Murder, Porshe)

"Life Ain't Easy"
(feat. C-Murder, Porshe)



[police siren]

[Master P as cop]
Driver, slowly step out of the vehicle
Passenger, keep your hands up high
You don't have a right to remain silent
Anything I write in this report
is gonna be fuckin used against you, hahaha
Where dey at - where dey at, where dey at?

[Porshe - repeat over other vocals]
Life ain't easy (life ain't easy)
I know they comin for me (comin for me)

[C-Murder]
This ghetto got me strapped
I keep my hand on my nine, I can't depend on the one time
This ghetto got me strapped
I keep my hand on my nine, I can't depend on the one time

Is you scared or is you real? Cause yo' face is kinda pale
I know these streets is kinda hard but me, I'm bout my fuckin mail
They say that evil lurks in the dark, and the trigger gots no heart
I've been doin this shit from the start
and yeah my bite is worse than my bark
Nigga please, I'm a motherfuckin dog ass nigga
Steady reppin on them hoes and I'm steppin on them niggaz
Bitch I thought that you was hard, til I caught you in yo' garage
and I hit you with that ?, now you tryin to press some charges
like a bitch - talkin bout, "It's all good - I ain't trippin"
Shook my hand - but man, I can't wait to catch you slippin
in the STREETS, cause I'm crazy gang related, and it's FUCKED UP
Them bitches tryin to ban me cause my music get y'all bucked up
Fuck!

[Porshe - repeat over other vocals]
Life ain't easy (life ain't easy)
I know they comin for me (comin for me)

[C-Murder]
This ghetto got me strapped
I keep my hand on my nine, I can't depend on the one time
This ghetto got me strapped
I keep my hand on my nine, I can't depend on the one time

[Master P]
Did you fear me when you see me? Look in the mirror you wanted to be me
Put on your Converse and your green cause you thought that you had seen me
Now you afraid of the real? For that you better guard your grill
I'm the Candyman I'm Master P and you might get spilled
For the lights and I'ma shine like Joe the Jeweler
See I'm a big bout it Benz and you a sixty-nine Cougar
Ahahahaha

[tires peel out]
[police siren chases]

 

[fox69]

"Life I Live"
(feat. Short Circuit, Slay Sean)

"Life I Live"
(feat. Short Circuit, Slay Sean)



[Master P talking]
It's like all the shit we done been through, the average company
They probably would've gave up by now
But No Limit, we constantly keep rising to the top
Now it' No Limit East
My boy Short Circuit here, Slay Sean
We laying it down for the 2 G's ya heard me

[Master P (Slay Sean)]
We went from rags to riches, cued 4-5 to sixes
(Handled our business now we dressin' in finest linen)
Windows tinted, surrounded by the prettiest women
Iced out (E-Class and that's just the beginning)
Worldwide (I'ma live it up) Until I die
(Coast to coast) From the N.O. (Back to the N.Y.)
(Far out, risin' to the top) Not to be stopped
(Untouchable, I'm tellin' you, watch when we drop)
That hot shit (Straight thug for rock shit)
(My click like to pop clips when niggas pop shit)
(My chain let's you know) I'm doin' my thang
(And my ring let's you niggas know) That y'all can't hang
(When I bang, I'm not tryin' to hear) A got damn thang
(It's Slay Sean and P and No Limit's the game)

[Repeated in background of hook]
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la

[Hook x2]
Shit it's hard livin' the life I live
Gamblin' hustlin' takin' care of the kids
Can't stop now, my niggas doin' a bit
Get money son and invest that shit

[Master P (Slay Sean)]
I love my life, rockin' Rollies with ice
(Sippin' Cris, we gettin' ice, my block be hot like spice)
Make a nigga think twice about livin' the life
Been there done that, shit I paid the price
(I seen wigs get split, kids get hit)
(All for the love of money, that's rediculous)
Sometimes I ask how did I get into this
Life ain't fair, that's the reason I don't care
(Hit the street when it's time eat, if it's beef) Draw the heat
(I can't get outta this) I'm in too deep
(Can't sleep, too many jays walkin' a beat)
Had many breaks, got my hustle on in many states
(I went from PA then to VA back to PA)
(Doin' it bouncin' on junx on the freeway)
Gettin' if it's problems you want I'm givin' it
(No if's and's or but's) Whodi we serious

[Repeated in background of hook]
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la

[Hook x2]
Shit it's hard livin' the life I live
Gamblin' hustlin' takin' care of the kids
Can't stop now, my niggas doin' a bit
Get money son and invest that shit

[Master P (Slay Sean)]
P nearly home, I'm on a new level, new zone
No Limit Communications, whodi I'm slangin' phones
(I ride chrome, fuck bitches till they moan)
(Put em' to sleep, when they wake up I'm gone)
I'm so wrong, tellin' shorties to hold on
They wait for me, my sex game is so strong
Late nights gettin' these tapes right
I take flights around the world tryin' to break mights
(Puffin' weed, Black Dye crushin' me)
(Smokin' out in weather thinkin' they can fuck with me)
(Pop some bees, wild out drop the V)
(Slay Sean yeah we on that watch and see)
(Thanks to P, No Limit is the place to be)
(He believed in me when the eighties had no faith in me)
(Everything is real ain't no fake in me)
(You only heard one side of Slay, this is a taste of me)

[Repeated in background of hook]
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la

[Hook x2]
Shit it's hard livin' the life I live
Gamblin' hustlin' takin' care of the kids
Can't stop now, my niggas doin' a bit
Get money son and invest that shit

[Short Circuit talking]
Yeah Queens, Brooklyn, the Bronx
Harlem, Philly, Jersey
Ya heard, the whole East Coast baby
Connecticut, yeah all my Binghamton niggas
Everybody out of state gettin' that money
It's goin' to y'all baby

[Master P talking]
And all y'all thugs out there Down South
Y'all keep y'all heads up
To the West Coast to the Mid-West
Y'all keep doin' what y'all doin' ya heard me
Soldiers for life whodi
I gotta say what up to my group Afficial, Red Alert and Flex
Oh yeah, we gonna rock the Tunnel
And every club out there this year whodi
It's our time to shine, it ain't no limit ya heard

 

[fox69]

"Life in the Fast Lane"
(feat. C-Murder)

"Life in the Fast Lane"
(feat. C-Murder)



[Master P]
Yo fool, reach me another clip, you know what i'm sayin'?
These niggas been talking hella shit in 91 (here you go fool)
Yeah, but check this out,
It's 1992 and the real untouchables is back in this motherfucker
With a whole new stupid sick as posse, ready to get paid
Check it out, I am going to introduce you to my motherfucking posse, you know
what i'm saying?
Markest Banks in the motherfucking house
Daniel Fry in the motherfucking house
Chilee Powdah in the motherfucking house
DJ Ambush in the motherfucking house
C-Murder in the motherfucking house
Master P in the motherfucking house
And check this out, you know what i'm saying though?
We bout to get stupid though
C-Murder bout to go and bust a freestyle and let you niggas know what's
happening out here
Go tell them what's up C-Murder...

[C-Murder]
My life is moving fast, but i'm taking it slow
And i'm watching my back everywhere I go
Cause niggas getting mad for the shit that I own
From my gold to my money to my cellular phone
A fool thought he robbed me, thought he got away clean
'Til he turned around, I put some holes in his jeans
Then he lost his balance and fell straight to his knees
Threw his hands in the air and started begging me please(pleeeaassee)
Don't shoot me C, I got some kids at home
I said, "Fuck it," and put a hole in his dome
Because the way the world is, you can't be faking the funk
You say one word and homies popping they trunk
But do you think this shit is over? Well, it just begun
You know I don't take shit and I do not run
Because if a nigga fuck with me, then he needs to be robbed
Jackin' motherfuckers is my only job
I take your money, your shoes, and you brand new jeep
And if you see my face, then I put you to sleep
I just take advice of what my brother say (Master P: "Remember this...")
"Always watch your back and never ever play."
Don't leave your piece, because you would not win
My nine millimeter is my best friend

[Master P]
Yeah haha

[C-Murder]
Because this is the fast life bitch, and I will bust your ass
Strip you clean, and leave you dead in the grass
I'm C-Murder, bitch and I come in hard
With my gat, I am sending more niggas to the morgue

[Master P]
Sending niggas to the morgue
C-Murder's sending niggas to the morgue
C-Murder's sending niggas to the morgue
C-Murder's sending niggas to the morgue...
The real untouchables, yeah, ha
The real untouchables, yeah
The real untouchables, yeah
And check it out, this for 92
C-Murder's sending niggas to the morgue
C-Murder's sending niggas to the morgue
C-Murder's sending niggas to the morgue...
C-Murder's sending niggas to the morgue
Richmond, Cali's in the motherfucking house
Houston, Texas in the motherfucking house
New Orleans in the motherfucking house
Yeah, ha
Check it out, check it out
C-Murder, C-Murder
C-Murder you got any last words before we go and get up out this motherfucker?

[C-Murder]
Yeah, if niggas talk shit, I am going to commit a homicide
Bitch, punk ass motherfuckers

[Master P]
We out this motherfucker
like the last nigga that fuck with us last year
Especially these bitches, haha

 

[fox69]

"Live Or Die"

"Live Or Die"


[sounds of an automatic being fired, then a single gunshot]

[Master P]
Unnnnnnnnnnnngh! He heh
Master P and Treach, nigga
It's all family baby
Get them Naughty boys, I got the No Limit Soldiers
And when we posse up, these niggaz gon' pay us

[Chorus: Phiness, (Mystikal)]

I thought I told you, have my mo-ney (Whatcha wan' do nigga?)
You got until sunrise, or lose your life (Whatcha gon' do nigga?)
We comin with them thangs, and we ready to ride
(Where they at? Let's GET EM!)
Are you ready to die (live or die, live or die, live or die)
(Where they at? Let's GET EM!)

[Vinnie]
With a little bit of taste of the bass to the face
in the place for anybody not payin-on-time
Rather be up in a six foot cell
before I let another nigga get flagrant-with-mine
And we be takin all cash, no checks, so go cancel this
I know niggaz are so scandalous
The ones I bust I'ma show em nuff ? on how many people
thinkin that they can stand with this, sheeyit
I thought somebody told you, BOY
Them Naughty niggaz ain't no toys
You're fuckin with sixteen styles over sixteen bars
Sixteen car man entourage
And when we get things started, I'm the hardest artist
Styles I flips retarded
Family who can handle this
From Illtown to S.E. to Los Angeles

[Chorus]

[Treach]
Hear the tale, of the n'Illtown O.G., better know me
Shape the gold teeth, CD be, bring the clip shells
and Olde E and gats, so no one gets close to me
and down to scrap, raise em from that
True tradition, RAISE EM UP, and gangsta bitches
that'll blaze them butts, don't play for fuck
Now we had a dealer knock off joints, Julie's jackin
with the drop-off point (yo what the deal nigga)
You backed out, I fuckin WITNESSED it
And have partners have to split shit with
(Nah, pay me now, bust it)
At sundown see I went on work
I sent a tec mount in a tennis skirt, pop the blood claat
Watch a thug rock, slugs pop
With every cop on the block, with double-eye on my mugshots
He better pay me like he postin bail
or send his hand with no nails to his mom in the mail

[Chorus]

[Mystikal]
Don't look now, but I'M BACK!!
Now give me all my props again
I gotta kick your motherfuckin ass for steppin on my MOCASSINS!!
We blended with Treach and Vinnie from Naughty By Nature
It's Mystikal with Silkk the Shocker and 'nem
No Limit Lieutenant is at it again!!
Catch me in the studio, tappin in from it, actin bad with a pen!!
No blackin, no ant-draggin, no babblin
I'm grabbin the mic in the booth when they peak
I'ma gon' get me started WRASSLIN!!
Turnin and tusslin
Clutchin and musclin
I saw myself the demons when I'm BUSTIN THEM
If you wanna live you wouldn't FUCK WITH THEM
Don't FUCK WITH THEM

[Silkk the Shocker]
Ha hah, don't fuck with them, look
Nigga, I keep a tight show, Luciano type dough
Feature Al Capone's way out nigga, I got that type of flow
Don't floss, if it ain't yours
See we a bunch of feature artists, y'all a bunch of "and mores.."
Get the picture like Van Gogh, plus they done banned our tours
Catch me gettin my floss on walkin 'cross marble tan floors
Can't even touch the flow, can't even touch no coat
Bitch I'm made now, I can't even much touch no mo'
Fuck the whole rap game up nigga just, one of my lines
Say y'know a nigga like me, you're lyin bitch
cause I'm like one of a kind
From the Jerz to the five-oh we get down and dirty ya heard?
I gotta eat, so I gotta go to street, cop two keys and a bird
.. So y'all better have what you owe me! By sundown
.. Or else I'ma get Mystikal, Naughty By Nature, my boys and 'nem
.. We gonna get y'all!

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Locked Up"
(feat. Slay Sean, Short Circuit, Krazy)

"Locked Up"
(feat. Slay Sean, Short Circuit, Krazy)



[P] Yo lemme hit that jail one mo' time for these people callin

[officer]
Prisoner, one-seven-fo'-nine-eight-six, dash-five-oh-fo'
Do you have anything, to say for yo'self before sentencing?

[Master P]
Hehehe, yes!
Nigga I'm a Rottweiler, they call me dawg on the streets
I never leave the house without my hand on my heat
I run with pitbulls, like Kirk, Boz and Jimmy
And we ain't takin shorts, every dollar to the penny
Big cereal - chompin, white granola
Got a bitch uptown with the dope in a baby stroller
Fuck with me, then you fucked in the game
Niggaz snitch to the Feds take two to the brain
We live the thug life, make money from the drug life
Flip a quarter ki, every day all night
Ship me to Oz, I'm still in it
Fuck the haters, No Limit we still winnin
I'm a killer my nigga - fool, check the rap sheet
Murder, armed robbery, kidnappin, conspiracy

[Chorus - repeat 2X]
This is for my niggaz that's locked up (LOCKED UP!)
Gangsters, til they boxed up (BOXED UP!)
Livin the laws, everyday we ready for war
We soldiers.. hard to the core

[Slay Sean ]
I used to sling rocks, out on blocks, gun cocked
Thinkin to myself - all these dumb-ass cops
Night time I was cold with two things on my mind
Get that money, rock a nigga if he get out of line
Put two in his spine, a nigga just lookin for crime
Heat it up, squeezin off for even lookin at mine
A basket case, tie you up, blast your face
Snatch the safe, closed casket at your wake
Two murders, three-time felon, catch the case
Facin double life I made some bad mistakes

[Short Circuit ]
Courts, judges, bars, lawyers
Fam-o, wifey, sons, daughters
Freedom, need that, shanks, keep that
Eight o'clock lock y'all know where I be at
Ran 'til I couldn't run the slums with guns
Livin straight wild, knowin how the Jakes gon' come
Too many cats, in my hood, gettin it good
Know what I did, shit they got me facin a bid

[Chorus]

[Krazy ]
Even as a little soldier, momma called me a thug
The block full of dope fiends, lookin for drugs
And I never let the dirty money pass me nigga
No matter how much coke I sold it never last me nigga
They blast me nigga, three niggaz lookin for ki's
Me and my kids duct-taped, layin down on our knees
I said I'd bust them niggaz heads, and believe I did
Now them bitches got me locked down, facin a bid

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Lonely Road"
(feat. Howie T & AD)

"Lonely Road"
(feat. Howie T & AD)



Sometimes I feel alone out here on this road
Then I remember… where I’ve been
But when it gets cold out there it won’t be long
I keep it pushing
And never look back again
I’d do everything monumental

Even in bad times, we never gave up
When we was out numbered, ain’t none of it change us
In the struggle we got strong, you real and you last long
What they say was impossible I had to prove them haters wrong
I never looked back, kept my eyes on my opponent
I gave it my all then I did what I wanted
Ball, work, it pays off
Even when faced off
I ball and the enemies see life is to play ball
I’m tyin up my shoes and I got ready for war
I came from nothing to something, they couldn’t take me apart
They say whatever don’t kill you make you stronger and that’s a fact
And through the pain real champs never look back

You get one shot to make it
It’s right there for the taking
All real life, no faking
And never look back

Sometimes I feel alone out here on this road
Then I remember… where I’ve been
But when it gets cold out there it won’t be long
I keep it pushing
And never look back again
I’d do everything monumental

It’s a lonely road to success, especially when they hate you
Ain’t nobody make you so never let em break you
It’s no limit to my dreams and all the hard work I put in
And losing ain’t a option to all the struggling that I’ve been in
I strived when I couldn’t strive
Kept running when I got tired
These scars and these wounds didn’t made me quit, it made me realize
It’s one thing that I want
And one thing I can get
If I keep going I’m gon make it
Ain’t no option in me quitting
‘Cus winners never quit
Quitters never win
If I fall I get back up and do it all again
Use my gift and my talent, I gotta keep going
If you believe and you dream
Big it's nothing when you want it

You get one side to make it
It’s right there for the taking
All real life, no faking
And never look back

Sometimes I feel alone out here on this road
Then I remember… where I’ve been
But when it gets cold out there it won’t be long
I keep it pushing
And never look back again
I’d do everything monumental

 

[fox69]

"Louie Sheets"
(feat. Alley Boy)

"Louie Sheets"
(feat. Alley Boy)



They say what don't kill you just make you stronger
They say what don't kill you just make you stronger
All that motherfucking hate made me get out gang
Get my hustle on
Go to louie store baby get whatever you want
It ain't no limit, we on now

[Hook: x2]
Last year, shit, we barely eat
This year, we fucking on them Louie sheets
Broke niggas, get no moneky
I'm in the zoo act, a fucking donkey

Hate niggas, see how the table turn
No limit, did it once, bitch we got another turn
Call me derrek dunkings, bout to break it back boy
Nigga going hella fast, 160 on the dashboard
And your bitch drop it for me nigga like a pro
Do shit for me nigga you will never know
We doing shit niggas ain't never see
Let the record play I'm back nigga, Al Green
God bitches popping for them green beans
Standing over niggas like I'm ya'll maine
A nigga winning like Charlie Sheen
Fuck her good, she will cook a nigga collie green

[Hook: x2]
Last year, shit, we barely eat
This year, we fucking on them Louie sheets
Broke niggas, get no moneky
I'm in the zoo act, a fucking donkey

No hesitation graduate, elevate my education
Call my chopper, special K,
Extra pussy just to play
Fucking on my louie shit, Gucci loubbie on her feet
Shopping spree she out with me
Pop that pussy properly, no stopping me
Oh my God, think her boyfriend watching me
Call it hard for stalking me
Come and shop and drop a block with me
All about my mozzarella, bacon cheese and broccoli
Vicky short, tattered up, fucked her on the louie sheets
Girlfriend, super thick, titties ass real big
Nails done, hair did, fucked her on the louie sheets
All we know is ball, I got money I'm a throw
Feel it like I can do it all, I feel like I can't fall

[Hook: x2]
Last year, shit, we barely eat
This year, we fucking on them Louie sheets
Broke niggas, get no moneky
I'm in the zoo act, a fucking donkey

Head first ain't no backing in,
Gun black as an African
Don't talk crazy on my line
Them people might be tapping in
Especially when this rap is kinda like when I was trapping
Bought my pack in sack then wrapped it
Got a skirt and send it packing, booya!
How far away them days seem
This river floating winning brought me to the main stream
So I get on my boat, then float in hopes that I stay seen
Sing, whatever, as long as I'm paid, is better
Than anything I know, any, anything I know
Bitches see me they see green so everything's a go
Smoke weed with my mama nigga
Honest nigga, everyday I profit nigga, fat trel, p and problem nigga

[Hook: x2]
Last year, shit, we barely eat
This year, we fucking on them Louie sheets
Broke niggas, get no moneky
I'm in the zoo act, a fucking donkey.

 

[fox69]

"Love Hate"
(feat. Halleluyah)

"Love Hate"
(feat. Halleluyah)



[Intro]
Only thing I could tell y'all, it ain't like what you think
I'll never speak on my people

[Chorus 4X: Master P]
Same thing make you laugh'll make you cry
They claim that they love you then they hate you at the same time

[Master P]
It's a shame mayne, I can't change mayne
They'd rather see me on the block catch two to the brain mayne
I'm tryin to be here for my son to get bigger
And you ain't real 'less you got a gun and droppin a nigga mayne
I try to change my life, I try to do right
But I feel like a felon on my third strike
Cops pull me over, try to harass me
I seen the R. Kelly tape but these young girls nasty mayne
And the ghetto is infected with AIDS
I've done seen so many young black males on the pave'
Died with they eyes open, leave momma's heart broken
Got that dope in the hood, niggaz still smokin
No education mayne, just inflation mayne
A bunch of ghetto people out here tryin to make it mayne
Niggaz'll test you when they know you a killer
My people livin for the lottery man scratch 'em and peel 'em
Damn

[Chorus]

[Halleluyah]
I pour out liquor for my niggaz who done fell victim
Whether they behind the trigger or the shell hit 'em, listen
I guzzle beers for my brothers that's missin
Whether they in a box or they locked in state prison nigga
Tattooed tears, to represent the day
Of the ones that caught that hot slug to the head mayne
This for my niggaz on the block misled
Who think they gotta hold glocks or cock rocks to cop bread mayne
Listen instead, I think I got a better plan
To bring you a brighter day, make you a better man
Switch the hustle, try to get your mind on
gettin legit in the world, nigga get your grind on
Paper come in other ways, even though crime pays
Put down your 9 my nigga, use your mind today
And you'll see, your paper start to multiply
The same thing that make you laugh, man'll make you cry

[Chorus]