Master P

[fox69]

"Low Down And Dirty"
(feat. Chilee Powdah, King George)

"Low Down And Dirty"
(feat. Chilee Powdah, King George)



[King George]
Its the K the I the N to the G
everybody in Richtown should know me
you know the motherfukcing pyscho
better yet the nigga whos the cuttrought
cops try to cage me, niggaz try to fade me,
hunt hoe motherfucker really dont fade me
you know the deal im really really crazy everyday
i wear a damn daisyways
in the project labled as reject,
cops rolled trough to break a niggaz neck
see shit like that just make me mad,
bitches wanna see me in the big black bag
cause a nigga like me got big big balls,
when I roll through your schoolyou better clear the halls,
cause I'm down for the jack play, better yet the crack pay
im looking for your boy, he's holding me my back pay,
I walk across a line cause my life isn't sturdy,
in other words nigga I'm low down and dirty

[Chillee Powdah]
creep out the window, get in the undercover pinto
my homies smoking endo dank but just think
some nigga bout to come up short and get danked
the neighborhood hoodlum, jacked your jewls and then shanked
the difficult problem giving delivering a meat wagon
shake em and gank em and bake em serve em like ass taggin
pussy now wish you continue sucking I get em bitch
and im bout to get a nuts so shut the fuck up and suck this shit
continue to mingle its nothing, nothing but nothing its coming
sucking and sucking dont give a fuck cause the nuts running
slibing and slibing and blowjobing like robyn, the ripper ripping
and slipping tongue tiping a zipping,my zipper slapin and jabbing
come nabbing and having a cross straight up I didnt have to wait up
and I licked my balls, Master P my nigga squeeze the trigger on the po po's
switch, I slam my ass in the ditch with the garbage and shit
im untouchable nigga you cant hurt me, Im Chillee Powdah
and im low down and dirty

[Master P]
my life as a criminal, starting as a U
cops said take out the trash I said fuck you
then im gone gone and gone and ever since then, never even been home
took to the streets like a car in the fast lane, robbed the dope house
stole a ki of cocain, 36 ounces backed it up and on the run
moved to the rich got eight for everyone
living the life like a nigga that dont care, cops so petty ass
jobers with welfare, im send money to moms each and every day
now who the fuck said crime dont pay, im rolling hard with the top down
daytons on the benz, a sucker run up, he get shot down
I lost my brother in the mix of a battle, murder in my eyes
so watch my get rattle, kill a motherfucker quick and say fuck the cops
explicit lyrics cause I cant be stopped

 

[fox69]

"Made Niggaz"

"Made Niggaz"


[Master P (Mack 10)]
Third ward, New Orleans. To Inglewood.
To the motherfuckin world, nigga.
Mack Dime. (What's up my nigga?)
Mystikal, and Master P.
(They know, P, they know, they know.)

[Hook: (Master P & Mack 10) X 6]
Made niggaz from the South to the West!

[Master P]
Give me a chance to ball, put my name on the wall
How many killas done called, No Limit niggaz stand tall
Cuz we, mercenary soldiers, gone off a Hennesy and that doja
Runnin from the, (Who?) motherfuckin rollers
Slangin, (What?) tapes like cola
Nigga, hangin with the big niggaz
Penitentiary chances just to make six figures
No we fuckin (What?) gold and platinum
Nigga, we made niggaz and we rappin
Nigga, Mack Dime, Mystikal and P
Every rowdy bout it nigga won't you follow me?

[Hook X 4]

[Mystikal]
Watch me! I'm throwed off, I ain't right!
Bitch I'll do you somethin, I ain't wrapped tight!
I roll with bullets like (?) and killas like Versey
Managed by TC and paid by big Percy
Whole lotta niggaz with me
You think I'm lying, but I'm not
You know who we are, we ready for war
You ready to die fuckin with the wide Tchoupitoulas
Say your prayers, them niggaz shottin, Hallelujah!
Gotta stop these niggaz from runnin they dick lickers
We self made big niggaz, killin these bitch niggaz
We paper chasin, goin platinum, in the gangstafied fashion
Made niggaz from the south to the west done hooked up with Mack 10
Gotta get real with this shit that's the only way shit gon happen
We made now, we was gangstas back then!

[Hook X 4]

[Mack 10]
From Inglewood to the NO, Mystikal, Mack and P
No Limit soldiers, Hoo Bangin see we got the Recipe
I stay ready nigga, with a vest strapped and all
Hit the rizzo and ball from LA to the Mardi Gras
No discrimination, hittin blacks to amigos
Slangin compact discs like they kilos
A real hustler, recognize another nigga with scrilla
Game recognize game, and killas recognize killas
Never aim to loose, always wanna be a winner
Transactions in New Orleans over jambalaya dinner
Cuz what you say you want, that's it, that's what you get, you
can't switch
Cuz Silkk'll shock you nigga, and make Mia shoot your bitch
We tatted up, bauggeted up, the jewels glare
Make the haters stop and stay "How we do that there?"
See Mack and Master P, been up to seven figures
Hoo Bangin and No Limit, two sets of made niggaz

[Hook (till fade)]

 

[fox69]

"Make 'Em Say Uhh #2"
(feat. Fiend, Snoop Dogg, Mia X, Silkk The Shocker)

"Make 'Em Say Uhh #2"
(feat. Fiend, Snoop Dogg, Mia X, Silkk The Shocker)



[phone ringing]
[No Limit studios]-"No Limit studio"
[Master P]-"Yo nigga, whatcha'll workin' on?"
[NLS]-"Nigga, who the fuck is this?"
[MP]-"This P, nigga, whats happenin'"
[NLS]-"This ain't no mutha fuckin' P. Nigga, you ain't got shit betta to do than play on the muthafuckin' phone?"
[MP]-"Man, take me off muthafuckin' speaker-phone an' pick the phone up. This P nigga. Stop fuckin' playin'"
[NLS]-"Nigga, if this fuckin P, nigga, say 'uhh', nigga. Fuck"
[MP]-"Nigga, I ain't bout to say no muthafuckin' 'uhh'. Pick the phone up, nigga"
[NLS]-"Nigga, what?"
[MP]-"I'm on my muthafuckin' way right now"
[NLS]-"Come on then, come on then nigga"

Da Last Don, nigga (remix)
Ha ha (ha ha)

[Master P:]
Make em say uhhhh!
Uhhhh!
Na na na na
Na na na na

Make em say uhh
Uhh
Uhh
Uhh
Uhh
Uhh
Uhh
Uhh
Uhh
Uhh
Uhh

I told ya I'm the colonel of this muthafuckin' tank
Don't make me get rowdy and start pullin rank
My comrads with tanks
With diamonds and TRU tats
We make em say 'uhhhh'
An' 'how ya do that'
Third ward hustlaz
On these streets chasin' riches
Penetentury chances
Cause this a risky buissiness
A No Limit Souldier
Commanderin' Cheif
An' Michael Jackson
Can't rock a muthafuckin' party like me
I'm bumpin' for the real niggaz, playaz, and hustlaz
Qualified killaz, certified head-bustaz
Got love for the North, South, East, to the West
Soldierz throw ya rag, Killaz how ya' vest
Flashin' red lights
Runnin' from the rollerz
If life was a movie, 'CUT'
Pass me the dojah

[Chorus:]
Make em say uhh
Uhh
Na na na na
Na na na na
[X3]

[Fiend:]
Well, if ya knew
Something. Fiend
Still tryin' to do somethin'
TRU smokaz dont gotta blow
We done already blew sumpthin
I still want the green, cornbread, and the cabbage
No Limit savage
One known as the baddest
When I was bustin out expeditions you wasnt ready
Bangin like soft black cannon
Bangin' out the 4-7
Lyrically a machete
I dig da dirt and bury
Fiend, the excited private on any mercinary
I hurt an' make you worry
Like this were you
Can't get get a tank dog salute
P's already suit
I represent the boot
An' the world is rowdy, rowdy
Makin' you say uhhh
With the colonol, Mr. Bout it

[Chorus x2]

[Silkk:]
P gon' make ya say uhhh
I'm gon' make ya say ahhhhhhh
But this time I'm gon' get rowdy by sayin na na na na na
I'm a cash deala'
A No Limit ass kicka'
I'm a bad nigga
Fast nigga
Ain't the last nigga
Keep my mind on my money because I like riches
House full of tight bitches
An' call me, I might hitcha
Now make em say na na na
Tryin ta act hard core
Betta for the flow
Na na na na na na
Now get the ball loose
Kick the boot an drop the verse (64-5)
I'm tryin' to clock the scrilla
But it's hard not to hurt
Now I'm a No Limit soldier
So I get my strength through my duties
Bout to make em scream 'MISTER'
Like the movie (na na na na na)

[Chorus x2]

[Mia X:]
You know we showed you once before the tank couldn't be stopped
Playa hataz jack alot cause they just jockin' they spot
Off the top
Think not
Run up on me
Cock 9 milla mamma Mia
Asshole eata
Head still wouldn't wanna be ya
See ya
At the top of billboards
Yeah we lookin down
Wavin at you muthfuckaz
How you like me now?
Cuz dis country, way back
Laugh at bout it bout it
Now everybody screams they want to be rowdy rowdy
T-R-U what we claim
Represent dat dirty south
4-star major general Mamma work and come out about
I ride wit No Limit soldiers
Yes we checkin'
Wit' the colonel Master P
He be the Ghetto Dad (?)
Paper chasaz what they labled us
Heaven knows
If that ass tried to play wit us
Gotta go
So we know what we do
It's never gon die
World-wide in yo' hood
P gon' make ya say
Wooooo

[Chorus x2]

[Snoop Dogg:]
Man, I'm smokin' on some chop-chop from S-G-V
No Limit family wit' the D-P-G
Last Don, Big Dogg, what's up? what's happenin'?
Nigga run up
We gon' tear da club up
Top rank, best dank mo' bank in dis game
Who could t be? Ya'll know my muthafuckin' name
I ain't neva met a gangsta who ain't loved to bang
Especially one who can't represent they game
See, when a No Limit soldier walks in the house
Nigga get em up, We gon turn this bitch out
BOOOOOOOOOOOMM

 

[fox69]

"Make 'Em Say Uhh!"
(feat. Fiend, Silkk The Shocker, Mia X, Mystikal)

"Make 'Em Say Uhh!"
(feat. Fiend, Silkk The Shocker, Mia X, Mystikal)



[dialtone, touch tone buttons being pushed, phone rings twice]

No Limit Studios, whassup?
Who dis is? Who dis is?
Nigga, this Rappin 4-Tay, who is this?
Oh dis P
P?! [said with disbelief]
Yeah dis P!
P?! (Yeah) Well if this P lemme hear ya say ungggggggggggh
UngnGNGYAHAHgngnnghh [voice cracking]
This ain't no motherfuckin P!
Man, hang the phone up

[MP] Ungggggghh, na-nah na-nah
[MP] Make em say UNGGGGGGH (UNGGGGGGH)
Na-nah na-nah (na-nah na-nah)

[Master P]
Nigga, I'm the colonel of the motherfuckin tank
Y'all after big thangs, we after big bank
3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in combats
Convicts and dealers, and killers with TRU tats
Never gave a fuck bout no hoes on our riches
And niggaz come short, I'm diggin ditches
M.P. pullin stripes, commander-in-chief
And fools run up wrong, nigga I'm knockin out some teeth
I'm down here slangin, rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid of all you haters and you bustas
Steppin on cold, break a niggaz nose
In the projects niggaz anything goes
Breakin fools off cause I'm a No Limit soldier
At ease now salute, this pass me the doja

[Chorus: Master P and No Limit]
Make em say UNGGGGGGH (UNGGGGGGH)
Na-nah na-nah (na-nah na-nah)

[repeat 3X]

[Fiend]
Fiend exercisin this right, of exorcism bustin out the expedition
Bullets choppin haters business to about the size of prisms our mission
They heard we scary, No Limit mercenary
No tellin how bad it get, because the worst'll vary
I heard you make em worry, that this for the loot
They intimidated by the rounds that the tank shoot
Tank Dogs salute! Every robbery in store, cause they know
everything Fiend know, mean mo' money mo'
Little Fiend still want the greens, the cornbread and the cabbage
In your hood, remindin you bitches of who the baddest
Definitely the maddest, so the crime gon' stick em up
My UNGGGGGGH went twice (ungh, ungh)
And ended with nine, get em

[Chorus (2X)]

[Silkk the Shocker]
P gon' make ya say UNGGGGGGH, I'ma make you say OWWWWWWWW
I'm not Eric B but guaranteed to Move this motherfuckin Crowd
I stay on like light switches, money, cause I like riches
Hittin nothin but tight bitches, call me, I might hit ya
Nigga make em say nah-nah-nah, don't trip
After I bust yo' shit, then after that say na-nah-nah-nah
I hang with niggaz, I do my thang with niggaz (unggggh)
They wanna know if I gangbang, cause I hang with a whole gang of niggaz
So when, we connect bitch better respect this, I step quick
Cause I got a, vicious right hand but ya know what? My left is quick!
Silkk, you the type of nigga that promotes violence? You might be right
cause I'll step in the club and say somethin
to get that motherfucker start to, fightin!! (Bout it!!)
Bad as vogues, I'm cold, extra see through
?P-G? never fuckin knockin niggaz cause I make em all see 3-D
And P-D's the game that I spit, No Limit Soldiers got my back
I run this motherfucker, TRU niggaz
And I, betcha y'all niggaz ya say, "Bet!"

[Chorus (2X)]

[Mia X]
We capitalize and monopolize on everything we see keep pistols drawed
and cocked, we got the industry locked, we can't be stopped, too hot
Check the spots that we got, on Billboard
This Tank can set up roadblocks, we fadin all you hoes
Want some mo? Then let's go, stretch you out like elastic
Zip that ass up in plastic, have ya folks pickin caskets
We drastic, our tactics is homegrown in the ghetto
So feel the wrath of this sista, it's like you fightin 10 niggaz
Forget the baby boys, it's the biggest mamma Mia
The Unlady Like diva, lyrical man eater, believe her
Or see her, and get that ass embarrassed
If you're a decision maker, guaranteed you'll get carried away
So stay in yo' place, when ya hear mamma speakin
Cannon spray, clear the way, when ya see The Tank creepin

[Chorus (2X)]

[Mystikal]
Hi
I'm that nigga that rap and stick-up Joe when they won't know how to do it
You could be the little bitty skinny motherfucker with the braids in his hair
Usin limos and choppers too
I done paid my dues, but still played the blues
Nigga play me like you was scared to lose
I'm still a fool, you ain't heard the news
I was a No Limit nigga, makin major moves
I won't stop now, bitch, I can't stop
You can't stop me, so bitch don't try we
We TRU soldiers, we don't die
We keep rollin, na-nah-nah-nah-nah
All aboard, bitch it's like a choir inside
The group goin hallelujah
Niggaz goin to war, got to fightin and shootin inside rumors
Bitches be sayin he there, we there, BEWARE!!!
C there, Silkk there Fiend there, Mamma there, P there
Ain't no salary cap, on top of my dollars
I roll with nothin, but them No Limit riders
I gets down nigga, I hold my tank up high
Watch how many bitches get wild, na-nah na-nah

[Chorus and fade]

 

[fox69]

"Makes You Stronger"
(feat. Dee-1, Rome & Silkk)

"Makes You Stronger"
(feat. Dee-1, Rome & Silkk)



[Intro - Master P]
I guess they say music don't have no substance these days
I'ma just add a lil' flavor, some season to it
No Limit Forever, Master P, Famous Again
Ghetto motivation
I do this for the hood

[Hook]
[Master P]
Whatever don't kill you, my nigga
It make you stronger
Say life's a bitch, my nigga
When these haters on ya
I said whatever don't kill you, my nigga
It make you stronger
Say that life's a bitch, my nigga
When these haters on ya
[Rome]
Ain't nobody perfect
But somebodies worth it
How ya gonna judge me nig
And you don't know me nig
How ya gonna judge me nig
And you don't know me nig

[Verse 1 - Master P]
Shit, I lost a couple dollars
These haters thought I was done
I had a hundred and thirty
You niggas never had none!
I outsmarted you fakers
I know you bitches be hatin
You dressin like you's in Mangas
I know you fuckin with Satan
You niggas mad cause I'm on
You boys trippin we back
You haters talkin that bullshit
Ain't never been where we at
I got millions invested
Applied knowledge for billions
You mammals regular lizards
I turn colors chameleon
You cowards forming your circles
Don't want no piece with you haters
I ain't gon' ask for no spends
I got too many acres
These industry niggas phony
See, I can see through you homie
Already got five Grammy's
I'm tryin'a get me a Tony
I mean a Oscar, you hater
I blood and sweat for this paper
Your system build a nigga up, and then you rob us and rape us
No education, you take us
And then you use us and shake us
And we don't run fast enough, you lock us up and replace us

[Hook]
[Master P]
Whatever don't kill you, my nigga
It make you stronger
Say life's a bitch, my nigga
When these haters on ya
I said whatever don't kill you, my nigga
It make you stronger
Say that life's a bitch, my nigga
When these haters on ya
[Rome]
Ain't nobody perfect
But somebodies worth it
How ya gonna judge me nig
And you don't know me nig
How ya gonna judge me nig
And you don't know me nig

[Verse 2 - Dee-1]
...and I'm back again
Audio dope- I'm traffickin'
Got a foot up in the door
Now I'm comin' for the dough
Runnin' fast like an African! (Woo!)
They don't know my story! (They don't know my story!)
They ain't live this chapter! (They ain't live this chapter!)
They didn't sweat this pain! (They didn't sweat this pain!)
Boy, I ain't no rapper!
But I got flows for days (I should write a book)
Got shows for days (My schedule book)
Got fours for days (They don't like me)
Got bros for days (They'll die for me!)
Not probably! They'll ride for me!
All day for me!
They pray for me!
That's faithfully!
Tell that hater jump-jump, get away from me!
Tell that snake sss-sss, hiss away from me!
All work, man this ain't no play for me!
Here to move this thing from A to Z!
But God told me just be patient, Dee!
Got money and I'm young, so Wayne can see!
Rockin a nation, so Jay can see!
Playin no-good music, yay can see!
Whole unit full of G's like J-A-C
K-S-O-N, that's Curtis dawg!
I ain't nervous, dawg!
Why you nervous, dawg!?
I got a purpose, dawg!
Life ain't perfect, dawg!
But I got good news, it's worth it dawg! (Yes!)
That's why I don't run from y'all! (Nah!)
My blessin' don't come from y'all! (Nah!)
Everybody in life who counted me out, Dee-1 finna com for y'all!

[Hook]
[Master P]
Whatever don't kill you, my nigga
It make you stronger
Say life's a bitch, my nigga
When these haters on ya
I said whatever don't kill you, my nigga
It make you stronger
Say that life's a bitch, my nigga
When these haters on ya
[Rome]
Ain't nobody perfect
But somebodies worth it
How ya gonna judge me nig
And you don't know me nig
How ya gonna judge me nig
And you don't know me nig

Yeah, P
I just don't wanna discuss this no more...
It's not up for debate
Talkin icons...
Shocker!
See if y'all can keep up! Ha...
Let's go

[Verse 3 - Silkk Tha Shocker]
Not perfect, but I'm worth it
I trick on myself, I deserve it
When I surface, they get nervous
They know that bullshit they sayin really ain't workin
They amusing, just like it was a circus
But me, I'm just serving my purpose
And sometimes, I just don't wan' see 'em
Good thing the Maybach come with some curtains
I don't wan' see 'em, I don't wan' be 'em
I'm too busy tryin to chase these hams
While they green fall off like leaves, I'm just raking it all in
They wouldn't get a hit if I pitched it underhand
If you real, then you would understand
I treat this mil' like it's a hundred grand
It's crazy when you got haters becoming a fan
But I don't hear y'all, I don't feel y'all
Lookin for me? I'm right here, dawg
But when you this good, and you this rich
You could afford to take a few of those years off
But I'm back like a paid vay-cay
Please stay out of my face
And this ain't no social media, but please stay out of my space
So stop judgin, cause I ain't budgin
In a day I spent a year of your budget
It could be that, or the simple fact
That I spent it all like it wasn't nothin
They smile up in your face
But they know that they be hatin
But it's cool, cause I smile right back
And I just use it all as motivation

[Hook]
[Master P]
Whatever don't kill you, my nigga
It make you stronger
Say life's a bitch, my nigga
When these haters on ya
I said whatever don't kill you, my nigga
It make you stronger
Say that life's a bitch, my nigga
When these haters on ya
[Rome]
Ain't nobody perfect
But somebodies worth it
How ya gonna judge me nig
And you don't know me nig
How ya gonna judge me nig
And you don't know me nig

 

[fox69]

"Mama Raised Me"
(feat. Snoop Dogg, Soulja Slim)

"Mama Raised Me"
(feat. Snoop Dogg, Soulja Slim)



[CHORUS: Master P]
Daddy wasn't home so mama raised me
I'ma thug but still mama bathed me [4X]

[Verse 1: Master P]
I live my life as a thug, roll wit' some killas
Slang crack to some dope fiends, ride wit' some drug dealers
Find me in 3rd ward pullin' all nightas
Keep a tech 9 cocked for any nigga that don't like me
Throw up your soldier rags if you rowdy
I represent a million muthafuckas thats 'bout it
Mama couldn't control my destiny as a street thug
Find me in the Range Rover buyin, sellin street drugs
Even though, this ghetto got me crazy
Everytime I go to jail mama get me out cause I'm her baby

[CHORUS (2X)]

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
I'ma gangsta, located in the alleys and Cali
Shoot dice wit' killas and smoke wit' the dealers
You can't tell me shit 'bout these streets homey
I don' seen it and done it and lived the real from the phony
Out for this money, homies maintain they composure
Since kids on the streets sellin' dope by the police
Now I'ma a soldier muthafucka for the chips
When I dips the trips, GP straight for DP
But the scripts how mama raised me
Pops wasn't home, left us all alone
Wasn't no thang, cause my mama had game
She showed me everythang except how to be a man
I understand, for all the streets and the jail time I caught
The pain I brought, that wasn't what you taught
It's probably pops fault how I ended up
Gangbangin', crack slangin', not given' a fuck
Two strikes in my life, a nigga fed up
Mama said don't let up, and baby boy keep your head up

[CHORUS (2X)]

[Verse 3: Soulja Slim]
Now picture me a ghetto child, runnin' wild
Maybe if you emphasize, niggas supposed to pick us
The world wouldn't be like it is now
I made moms proud, when you mention me she smile
If feels good buyin' moms a car and a house
And my pops been locked up for ten years
Life was a struggle moms shed so many tears
That's why baby ain't got nothin' that I love so much
The only one can hurt my feelings, when she fuss
Momma I love you cause you brought me hear
But niggas startin' to hate and it's gettin' dark in here
But I remember what you told me, and what ya' showed me
Take it slowly

[CHORUS (4X)]

 

[fox69]

"Mama's Bad Boy"

"Mama's Bad Boy"


[Master P]
Five kids in the house with no food to eat
So me and my brother we took to the dope streets
See that's how the whole game started
And if a sucker talk shit, I had to get retarded
Paranoid as fuck so my life changed
Went to school, kid, now I'm selling cocaine
I'm like a Porshe moving fast in the dope game
I started a living now I'm supplying no stains
In other words I'm a kingpin
But in this game, you see, it makes no sense
Just the other day my brother got shot
I'm at his funeral on his casket dropping rocks
Sister crying and mom's going crazy
My uncle Marvin and advice could even phase me
I'm on a mission, I got a job to complete
They take one of mine, I put six of theirs into sleep
So I live by the gat and that's my toy
And out on the streets, I'm mama's bad boy

[Chorus]
Diamond in the back, sunroof top
Digging in the scene with the gangsta lean
Mama's bad boy
Diamond in the back, sunroof top
Digging in the scene with the gangsta lean
Mama's bad boy

[Master P]
But I live with the juveniles, grew up in the ghetto
Back in the Calliope projects I couldn't see in the meadows
At the time I was tripping, cause we were struggling every day
Took to the streets and did a lick and got quick paid
I lived like a trine but now lost like a gine
I'm saying fuck the police cause I'm police defined
Don't give a fuck about nothing, but my meal and my family
I took to my ?? because my mom couldn't handle me
I'm crazy as fuck, you better duck when my nine's out
Be dreading my life, you lose yours, that's how you find out
That I'm a real motherfucker, sucker test me
I pull's a nine, its one life less see
I'm jacking and stealing and killing and peeling
caps with Tec's, and 9's and Uzi's, yea, that's how I'm feeling
Shiesty friends of mine that's tripping every day
They wonder why, why the P put some heads away
In other words I live by the gat and that's my toy
And out on the streets, I'm mama's bad boy

[Chorus]
Diamond in the back, sunroof top
Digging in the scene with the gangsta lean
Mama's bad boy
Diamond in the back, sunroof top
Digging in the scene with the gangsta lean
Mama's bad boy

[Outro]
Mama's bad boy
Its so hard on the streets
Sometimes it hard being me, yea
But you make it something
Just think about the consequences
You make it something
It ain't so easy being me, you know I'm saying
Sometimes there's a lot of people on the street who can't make it
You know what I'm saying, we can do this
I'm doing this for a good cause

[Chorus]
Diamond in the back, sunroof top
Digging in the scene with the gangsta lean
Mama's bad boy
Diamond in the back, sunroof top
Digging in the scene with the gangsta lean
Mama's bad boy

 

[fox69]

"Meal Ticket"
(feat. 8-ball and MJG, U.G.K.)

"Meal Ticket"
(feat. 8-ball and MJG, U.G.K.)



[Master P]

My potna gave me $50, put me in the game,
I been slangin weed then I moved up to cane
Pushin dem bouldas, slangin dem quarters,
I got em 2 for 3, god dammit, I'm a balla!
Pushin in weight, from state to state,
Niggaz ridin dirty, on my mobile phone, it's U.G.K.
Pimp C said, "P, what's really goin on?"
I said what's really happenin, he said, "I gotta pocket full of stones!"
Now P be dat new kid on the block
36 O-Z's choppin up rocks in my rock shop
And label me a drug deala, just anotha hard nigga,
Rest in peace to 2Pac, and the rest of ya'll thug niggas.
Playaz hookin up, tryin to make work,
Sendin work from FedEx to UPS trucks
Now P livin lavish, caviar and cabbage
peppers and beans, and grits and cabbage
Down South hustlin, ballin, slangin
Niggaz teamin up, some niggaz gangbangin
Used to drink 40s, now it's mowhet
Used to roll cutlass, now it's benzes and vets
?Becketts? on my fingaz, Rolex watches,
Hoes on the block, bounce that azz, I mean pussy poppin
Label me an alien, just like Outkast
Cause I made my money from the ghetto and I did it fast
Cause I'm bout it, ya'll know I'm rowdy,
Ask Big Mo and John Henry if ya'll doubt it
Hooked up with 8-ball and MJG
Cause we tryin to get a meal ticket from these streets

[Chorus:] Tryin to get a meal ticket [8X]

[8-ball]

8-ball and MJG, southside representin, a nigga came to mention,
These hoes can't touch my pimpin
Mobbin through the swamp, P and me and G and U.G.K.
?Hustlin? as a muthafucka, fuck what these hoes say!

[MJG]

Cause we each be lookin for meal tickets, witches, drivin me crazy
Lady, can I claim yo baby, honey call me the ?shady?, maybe
Construct the thinkin, we're turnin' to duckies bankin'
No laws somebody save me a slice of meat up in my grave

[8-ball]

Captain Save Em, pay em, before you get to lay em
Got a real nigga's job, so damn hard tryin to play em
Weigh em, no weigh me, cause that's what they gon pay me
Pimpin ain't dead baby, just ask MJG

[MJG]

Who be I? MJG, he be me!
But if I was he, and you was I, who would you see?
One of us ??? when ya hungry, I do it only
Pertainin bustas, fakes, and phonies,
About that money, where my ticket?

[Chorus (8X)]

[Pimp C]

Cocaine lady, white lady sellin good
I'm leanin' on the leather, and I'm grippin on the wood.
I'm feelin on the ??? ballin in the ?slant back?
I'm Pimp C, bitch and Tree, us niggaz roll Cadillac
Bad ass bitches can't leave my dick alone,
I done bout me a key and changed my name to James Jones
Pimpin ain't dead, ya heard what I said,
How the fuck is pimpin dead when bitches still givin me head?
Lickin my ass if ??? be the deala

[??? (other dude from U.G.K.)]

Suck the nut up out a ??? bucket slow down suave nigga,
Now bitch I be the prison pushin' everything, a 4 for 4 doors, king of the
quarters
Fuckin with nothin but queens and they daughters
Get cleansed, weeded, and watered, I flow like a Asian, Malaysian
Saudi Arabian, African I be blazin'
In the Golden Gate, swish it out, holdin weight, I hits the block, I'm
rollin bait, Them fiends come out, they know they got to ?stole the case?
I motivate, fiends, dealas, ballas, hatas, shops and boppas,
Jekll and Hyde, Bonnie and Clyde, and niggaz that ride with glocks and choppas
Where we out?

[Chorus and fade]

 

[fox69]

"More 2 Life"
(feat. C-Murder)

"More 2 Life"
(feat. C-Murder)



[Chorus (4x):]
This ghetto got me crazy
But there's more to life than bitches, weed and a Mercedes

[Master P:]
Jealous niggaz wanna see me dead, hoes wanna steal my bread
Only time will tell the truest shit I ever said
Now I'm walking with the devil (With the devil)
And they done banned my movies because a nigga from the ghetto
No nominees from the Grammies
But ask every nigga who bought Ghetto D do we sell whammies
Tears in my eyes from these street pains
That last time I seen my little brother was in a sheet man
And the feds follow me like I'm slanging crack
Wasting tax dollars cause I'm young, rich, famous and black

[Chorus (4x)]

[Master P:]
Its a new slavery times done changed
Took the shackles off our wrists and put 'em on our brains
Got us killing up each other
Crack babies in the hood with AIDS infected mothers
Hypocrite preachers teaching the word
And gave us shelters and rehab when dope hit the suburbs
Watch Bill Gates buying islands
See we from the ghetto where ain't nobody smiling
Where the poor live hungry
And penatentiaries packed sell t-shirts off my dead homies

[Chorus (2x)]

[C-Murder:]
I'm still mad at the world 'cause I ain't got nothing to lose
Alot of young cats out there I know wanna stand in my shoes
I'm just a young thug nigga God helped me out with some paper
Mothafuckas call me C-Murder 'cause they no I ain't no faker
Duck and dodgin' penatentiaries and running from debt
I ain't got nothing but No Limit so I'm a represent it 'til my last breath
My tattoos represent my thoughts like a work of art
My mama cried when she saw fear, my pain tatted cross my heart
My enemies dropping like flies, nosy bitches wanna know why
Just take the C off my name and you left with a homicide
You see the ghetto made me crazy, but it also made me realize
I thank God for my hard times keep ghetto ties make me hard to kill

[Chorus (4x)]

This ghetto got us crazy, but you know what
There's more to life than bitches, weed and Mercedes
This for all the ghetto stars out there
Going through a thing
All my homies in the penatentiary
I feel y'all pain
To all my dead homies that caught up in the ghetto
Rest in peace (Kevin Miller, 2Pac, Biggie Smalls)
To all my No Limit Soldiers
The ghetto got us crazy, but we gotta overcome
It's foolish, ya heard me

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Mr. Ice Cream Man"

"Mr. Ice Cream Man"


Before jump in the game let's get one thing understood
If you sellin that ice cream ya got to make sure it's good

Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man) [4X]

[Verse One:]
Hit the blocks dressed in white with some baggy girbaud's
A pocket full of stones, 3 G's and tryin to lose these hoes
And the task coming sick cause its the first of the month
Fiends on my pager like i'm try to take these fools to lunch
Going crazy in the getto try to kill me
My little homies lost life, y'all fools feel me
I pack a D cause i'm paranoid at night time
Brother be pullin jack, I'm in the hood bustin gangsta rhyme
And still gotta watch my back in the hood gee
Like Spice-1 said those fools living like movies
Little kids get bout it I mean my hood is ROWDY
I'm try to make a dollar 50 before I'm up and out it

Before jump in the game le'ts get one thing understood
If you sellin that ice cream ya got to make sure it's good

Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man) [4X]

[Verse Two:]
Mr. Ice Cream Man or call me Master P
I got that 2 for 3 call me if you need some D
Me and my little brother Silkk we be ballin
Got this thang sewed up from Texas to New Orleans
And cross the West Coast where fools get wicked
I'm in the gang hell a D I'm try to score a meal ticket
Break fiends on boulders I means Al soda
Duckin the task and try to hide from the rollers
And hangin' with TRU soldiers, my TRU click we true to this
TRU 2 da G A M E fools we ain't new to this
And in the hood I got ice cream cones, and if fiends
want a lick nothing for free that gonna cost you 20 bones
For y'all ballers that won't wait call on my pager
I got half gallon of milk fool I got 31 flavor
Mr. I-C-E, M-A -N is on the scene
You betta have my fetti if you don't have my ice cream

Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man) [4X]

Before jump in the game lets get one thing understood
If you sellin that ice cream ya got to make sure it's good

[Verse Three:]
Now let's see who owes me cash I gots to go to grind and gets mine
Fools be try to check it, wreck it, but it's about that time
See who owes me, pay me now, don't pay me later, cricket alligators
Try to scheme off the top, but they be like playa haters
I got that 2 for 3, 4 for 5 got them rocks
But killers I got that 2 for 3, 4 for 5 I'm maxin glocks
You can come and check my grip you can come and check this
But I'm on that triple gold 9 thiller LEXUS
Master P in the 500 S E L with a triple beam
You scream, I scream, but the fiends screaming for ice cream

Before jump in the game let's get one thing understood
If you sellin that ice cream ya got to make sure it's good

Mr. Ice Cream Man (Mr. Ice Cream Man)
Mr. Ice Cream Man (Mr. Ice Cream Man)
Mr. Ice Cream Man (Mr. Ice Cream Man)
Master P the Ice Cream Man

Y'all fools betta recognize I'm the real Ice Cream Man
Mr. Ice Cream Man
Master P or call me the Ice Cream Man