Master P

[fox69]

"My Babooski"
(feat. Tamar Braxton)

"My Babooski"
(feat. Tamar Braxton)



[Master P talking]
Yo T, I know you there girl pick up the phone
Anyway, I'm on my way ya heard me

[Tamar Braxton (Master P)]
I been watching you, watching me (I got my eyes on you too whodi, ha ha)
And I really want to know (I wanna make ya my babooski, ya heard)
Before we go, can you keep it on the low

[Tamar Braxton x2]
Tell me can you keep a secret
Tell me boy exactly what you do
Before I make you my boo or get freaky with you

[Master P]
What, what, what, what
The first time I seen you I met you in a party
Something about them eyes and the way you walk
It's something about them thighs and the way you talk
Make me wanna grab my pistol and go to war
I'm a thug but it's all love baby
Don't be scared, I'm not gon' break ya heart baby
Picture this a lil' sexin' on the beach, ya heard
Ya ready freaky when ya doin' this with me whodi
You like rides then I got plenty of dogs
You wanna go fast then boo I got exotic cars
You wanna be platinum then girl I'm gon' ice you up
And if the Benx too small take a Rolls or truck, ya heard

[Tamar Braxton (Master P)]
I been watching you, watching me
(My life is my life, ya life is ya life)
(Ya see two wrongs can't make it two rights)
And I really want to know
(My life is my life, ya life is ya life)
(Ya see two wrongs can't make it two rights)
Before we go, can you keep it on the low

[Tamar Braxton x2]
Tell me can you keep a secret
Tell me boy exactly what you do
Before I make you my boo or get freaky with you

[Master P]
I don't mean to brag but if ya need some money boo I got that
10 karats on ya finger I bet cha' girl ya got that
Ya gotta play it safe whodi, I ain't gon' sweat chu'
Ya like to get freaky, tonight I'm gon' wet chu'
Champagne mix it up, hook it up with the bubble bath
Throw it to the hot tub, dresser, stab
Don't play no games whodi, then we can rock that
That new Jag truck you wanted boo you got that
I'm gon' be there for ya shorty but not trickin'
It's all love a lil' thuggin' and huggin' and kissin'
Toni Braxton says they wasn't man enough
But I'm a soldier girl so is it cool or what

[Tamar Braxton (Master P)]
I been watching you, watching me
(My life is my life, ya life is ya life)
(Ya see two wrongs can't make it two rights)
And I really want to know
(My life is my life, ya life is ya life)
(Ya see two wrongs can't make it two rights)
Before we go, can you keep it on the low

[Tamar Braxton]
Tell me can you keep a secret
Tell me boy exactly what you do
Before I make you my boo or get freaky with you

[Tamar Braxton (Master P)]
Tell me can you keep a secret
(My life is my life, ya life is ya life)
(Ya see two wrongs can't make it two rights)
Tell me boy exactly what you do
(My life is my life, ya life is ya life)
(Ya see two wrongs can't make it two rights)
Before I make you my boo or get freaky with you

[Master P]
My life is my life, ya life is ya life
Ya see two wrongs can't make it two rights
My life is my life, ya life is ya life
Ya see two wrongs can't make it two rights

[Master P talking]
It's out thing ya heard me
My life, your life, we can do whatever we want baby, we grown
Huh, you gon' be there for me, I'm gon' be there for you babooski

[Tamar Braxton]
Tell me can you keep a secret
Tell me boy exactly what you do
Before I make you my boo or get freaky with you

 

[fox69]

"My Dogs"

"My Dogs"


[Intro]
My dogs on the block, my dogs in the game
Them dogs locked up doin time in the jail
My dogs on the streets, my dogs in the hood
My dogs in the project up to no good
My dogs - I ride for my dogs
I'll die for my dogs, this one for my dogs

[Master P]
Call me {?}, cause I'm respected in the hood
From the North, to the East, to the West, to the woods
You gon' need more than a {?} shot, if I fight
You don't say it how it go then you might lose yo' life
I got dogs, that I mash up and pull capes with
I got dogs that I hustle and get paper with
I got dogs that I know wanna bite me
But I live for the dog that wanna be just like me
Niggaz wanna turn, my dogs against me
And these bitch dogs, y'all can't pimp me
How you gon' fuck with {?} and don't fuck with Peedi
Every dog got his day cause most dogs is greedy

[Chorus]
I'm in the hood with my dogs, I hang with my dogs
I slang with my dogs, I bang with my dogs
I smoke with my dogs, I drink with my dogs
I roll with my dogs, my No Limit dogs

[Master P]
Most of y'all niggaz want dogs to guard 'em
C-Murder not guilty, so fuck the warden
Call the President, man give him a pardon
I got more fuckin green than the Boston Garden
My dogs on the block nigga got my back
And my dogs locked up they're ready to attack
We rottweilers in the game and y'all niggaz poodles
We flippin dog biscuits while y'all cats eatin noodles
And loyalty, come with respect
Never put friends over family, all dogs know that
We might have differences but keep it real
And we ride for the dogs if one get killed

[Chorus]

[Master P]
Let me tell you what type of dog I am
I'm the type of dog that's gon' keep it real with my dogs
I could never be a yes dog
Cause you know what I'ma be there for you dog
When you need me dog, cause you my dog
And no matter what you thank dog
When them other dogs gone, I'ma still be there barkin for you dog
Cause you my dog, and I'm yo' dog
Hope you feel me dog

 

[fox69]

"My Ghetto Heroes"
(feat. Skull Duggery)

"My Ghetto Heroes"
(feat. Skull Duggery)



[Master P]
Ha Ha Ha
Most niggas might think I'm crazy when I tell em this
(Yeah G)
But you know what most nigga look up to like Presidents
Niggas thats in sports
All this type of shit as heroes
They might look at motherfuckin Muhammed Ali
Yah know Sugar Ray Leanord, Mike Tyson, but me..

[Master P]
Air Jordan aint no motherfuckin hero G
My heroes is niggas in the ghetto that slang D
That right on chrome and triple gold and pimp hoes
And take any nigga in the click to the Super Bowl
And party like it aint nothin
But most of my homies they done died over drug money
Like Bizzy Bob and Sam Skutty but I still love em
Air full of motherfucker and I still wanna hug em
Big Dave, my nigga gone to the battle field
Dandon and Levi, damn guard ya grill
Cuz where ya goin you gotta watch your back
Judge, god damn another nigga didnt make it back (Mr.C)
My lil brother Kevin Miller rest in peace
Elbraud, Nextditch, and Big Leaf
Lil Girl, and Boo, and Anguard
Big Pepper, God damn what yall thinkin about
They gone, I mean they soldiers
But thets the type of cal i live up and hold to
Like Joe Jackson, Lil Emmo
Randy,Sir Pat, God damn
They got bigger, the list go longer
I could start from New Orleans and go back to California
To lil Tony,to dime P
Seritz,Burnell,can't believe
That he's gone, the Scarface
Dank,Loot,and Meathead
And what about Kenny Sep
And all my niggas that dead and gone that got caught in the rep
And my other heroes still livin
But they locked up behind bars, caught up in some pigeons
Like my lil cousin Jimmy,lil Horgel
Randall,Marlow,Pee Wee damn
Another mission complete
Took off the streets locked up by the police
Meatball, and Nap, La Crowe
Pac, jinte, the gats go pow
But my homies got caught up
Even though they had no way out the ghetto but the come up
Off the streets in the hood money
Thats why my heroes live for drug money

[Chorus x4]
My Ghetto Heroes
I watched em live fast, I watched em die slow

[Skull Duggery]
What you mean I need a hero
A hero is a zero to me
The only hero that I know is them niggas in my hood G
They gave me the game so I enhanced the gat
Than I took the game, and ripped it out the frame
I tried and told ya
A hero can't be ya lucky rabbit's foot or ya 4-leaf clover
It all be a myth in ya mind
A hero aint about shit if they aint about dying
You know who was a hero to me
that nigga MoXs on the Howard J G

[Master P]
And yall other niggas thats still livin
That wanna be a hero but can't be givin
Yo life up for these streets
But this goin out to my homies out there slangin D
That still hustlin in the game tryin to make it
But yall niggas better realize you cant fake it
You either in or out aint no halfway in
Cuz when you die in the end you go to the pen
And its realer than you real niggas feel me
This for my niggas that are heroes in my hood G

 

[fox69]

"My Life"
(feat. Alley Boy)

"My Life"
(feat. Alley Boy)



[Hook:]
Yeah, this is my life,
I'm a do me, this is my life.
Yeah I like to buy cars, fuck yeah, fuck bad bro's.
I'm on the road fly a couple year
Since the money to the fuckin pimp,
Yeah this is my life, I'm a do me this is my life.

[Verse 1:]
Uh, I do this for my niggas, sell the fucking blunt,
Take it to the chances, running from the cops,
Zip I had a wet nigga to our own bar,
Ask of tone and get it done, it's a cold world.
But nigga, I ain't fucking Jacob,
Keep yur mouth, close no snitch that's street cold,
My little niggas out ahead of y'all,
Pockets hella fat, motherfucker, call me Santa Claus.
I'm from the South, call me swap nigga
Nigga you ain't round here, then you might get part nigga.
Rooth down of the motherfucking hide the mollie,
Have a nigga sweat like in gip, fucking guacamoli.

[Hook:]
Yeah I like to buy cars, fuck yeah, fuck bad bro's
I'm on the road fly a couple year
Since the money to the fuckin pimp.
Yeah I like to buy cars, fuck yeah, fuck bad bro's
I'm on the road fly a couple year
Since the money to the fuckin pimp.

[Verse 2:]
Yeah I like to buy cars, yeah I like fuck rough,
Yeah I like to take a half of brick wippin summer song.
Yeah I like to heat lief, even though a nigga reach,
I think of a master plan, see my hitter in that pitch.
Why you're riding motorbikes, we've been fucking freaks and dice,
Every paid it through no one, here one wanna blew up all the night.
Don't say that's my family, I rap it to the death of me,
Then we lick with master piece, to mill the Jone the family,
I do the LA in the 6-4 my clothes in the pistol,
Bitch I got a collar-coe, we keep it there where we go,
Money to my dogs in the benz, straight to Januar,
Tell em daddy make when he get home, get some conversate.

[Hook:]
Yeah I like to buy cars, fuck yeah, fuck bad bro's
I'm on the road fly a couple year
Since the money to the fuckin pimp.
Yeah I like to buy cars, fuck yeah, fuck bad bro's
I'm on the road fly a couple year
Since the money to the fuckin pimp.

[Verse 3:]
Hey, purpose sprite, ice like a Sean bright,
West coast, growing dope like a fought light
Bad bitch make em laugh bust a hard rife,
Make her call another bitch, make her ball bike,
Damn right so much white, had to take her flight,
Right wrist so much ice, I'm falls bike,
Talk light, walk slow, how what you know?
She gonna suck em, she gonna fuck em, let my bro go.
Take it slow, fuck her twice, take her oh,
Talking slow, you know 'cause you're too slow,
It's high cold, fuck her bitch fuck her wife
It's forever with my niggas and that's for life.
Life, wife

[Hook:]
Yeah I like to buy cars, fuck yeah, fuck bad bro's
I'm on the road fly a couple year
Since the money to the fuckin pimp.
Yeah I like to buy cars, fuck yeah, fuck bad bro's
I'm on the road fly a couple year
Since the money to the fuckin pimp.

 

[fox69]

"Never Ending Game"

"Never Ending Game"



Check this out playas
All y'all gangster niggas
Y'all motherfucking gangsta bitches out there (the dope game)
I'm a let y'all know something (welcome to the dope game)
Something that'll never end, this shit is going on like fucking numbers
Black on black crime, nigga it go like this here
We live an eye for an eye

You kill me, I kill you, my partners kill your partners
And you dead ain't no love on my spot
Me and my partners pushing rocks
Got them 17 round glocks at your ass spitting like loogies
We packing heat, 32 round clips, my automatic uzi
But I look into the eyes and I stare, I see death
Goddamn thinking "the fuck?", it could be me
My little homie on the ground crying
I'm thinking I'm gone, Oh my lord
My little homie Tony's dying (ripped his heart out)
He never had a chance to see his life glow
And he never had a chance to see his wife bro
And his little kid is only 8
It ain't about me or you motherfucker
You gone peep defeat off the tree
Cause you die and you murder, how could you live on the streets
And you never hurt, another nigga with a glock G
I'm thinking about Tic-Toc Boom, there goes another one
Send him to the moon
Ain't no rocket ship bitch, it's the temple of doom
I mean the ghetto, cause it's wicked
Most niggas out there in the hood, trying to get a chicken
But never even seen a bird
They die for that cain and that weed and they water
And they to fucking high, to see the enemy
Niggas that pretend to be, fools don't come close to me
Your best friend will kill you
I'm from that 3rd Ward, Caliope Projects
Where they peel your caps like bananas
Police trying to stand on them buildings with them radars and scanners
But they can't stop the murders
Thats happening in my hood motherfuckers
Cause everybody study capping in this
Everyday, all day niggas dying, mothers crying
But y'all niggas ain't realizing that the hood is murder
Find your ass in a 6 inch gurder
Cause niggas banging like Charlie Chan
You'd better pack a piece nigga
And welcome to the never ending game

The never ending game, (the dope game) the never ending game
Will I die up in my sleep, or die on these streets
Cause the ghetto ain't no joke
Niggas in my hood everyday getting smoked
Welcome to the never ending game
Will I die up in my sleep or die on these streets

And the ghetto ain't no joke
Cause every motherfucking day another nigga gets smoked
And momma pray it ain't me
But I'm addicted to this dope game, addicted to this green cheese
I be making mail like the mailman
This is for my partners in the hood pushing massive cain (ice cream)
Through the hood of the projects
Its fiends walking up for bubble ups
You think I'm bout to reject
When a nigga get some money, I got them gats cocked nigga
I ain't living like no dummy
If I die, I ain't scared to die, but don't ask me why
Will I retire and give it up realize
Thats this my only mission of money
But y'all niggas look at a nigga hustling like its funny
But I got to feed the family
Even though if that take me getting fucking scandalous G
And I have to hurt shit
Put a nigga in the dirt, mean putting in work
Lay him down, and punch in your time card
Cause you never know when your ass bout to go meet the Lord
So I live ruthless, reckless, and rangeless (dangerous)
Don't give a fuck, my clique is ready to hang shit
Off the rack, ain't no trap
Just a bunch of motherfuckers walking with gats
Through the projects and walky-talkies
Jacking shit motherfucker ungh, thats why they bark
Like dogs, watch a nigga hard
And I be slanging dope like I'm getting paid like Lou Rollins
And the white folks can't stop this
And the Taz can't stop this nigga, cause I'm in the hood slanging rocks
Getting paid cause I'm major
And if I die fucking retire my shoes and hang up my pager
And give 4 G's to my sons and kill my enemies
Y'all can't stop a nigga please, even if I'm dead G
And when I go out, I'm going out with a bang
So fuck what you heard and welcome to the never ending game

 

[fox69]

"Next Shooting Star"
(feat. Rome & Dee-1)

"Next Shooting Star"
(feat. Rome & Dee-1)



They don't wanna see me ball
They just wanna see me fall
I could be the next shooting star
Then them haters just brought me a brand new car
They don't wanna see me ball
They just wanna see me fall
I could be the next shooting star
Then them haters just brought me a brand new car

We live in the dark, they shooting up the puff
The project got ' they ain't got not heart and all
Little Erica, must have been a miracle
My life is beautiful, man, but this is critical
And look at life through the window panes
Where they will kill you behind bars and the fake old chain
And we was broke, see, daddy had to work and did momma
Wouldn't matter, a jerk

I just wanna be a baller, just wanna be a baller
Taught to dream big, yeah, I learned it from my father
One day I have a daughter, let me give her hand in marriage
RIP Trevor Martin, he will never be a parent
Why we kill our future, probably caught up in the past, though
You say that you a thug, why you robbing with a mask for?
I ain't perfect, I'm tryina leak the future
But I'm living in a world where you get famous when they shoot you
Dream killer

They don't wanna see me ball
They just wanna see me fall
I could be the next shooting star
Then them haters just brought me a brand new car
They don't wanna see me ball
They just wanna see me fall
I could be the next shooting star
Then them haters just brought me a brand new car

What if 50-O Derek Anderson got caught up in a bucket
Would he ever made the NBA or went to Kentucky
And J1 and Twelve really popped that gun
Ginger would be going to the pen just to see her son
And let we all keep in mind he really did that lick
Probably wouldn't be going to school, probably be in the ditch
They say all behind drugs and no fault to figure
But 150 dollars you can ball the trigger
They building G a house, they should be building schools
So much negativity, I don't watch the news
They say a young ghetto life, worth it every minute
Never find the killer but a friend probably did it
Pour a little liquor with the homies just to ease the pain
I see mothers outside in the freezing rain
It's a cold world but we in it
Tried to kill my dreams but I told 'em no limits, for ever

They don't wanna see me ball
They just wanna see me fall
I could be the next shooting star
Then them haters just brought me a brand new car
They don't wanna see me ball
They just wanna see me fall
I could be the next shooting star
Then them haters just brought me a brand new car

Rest in peace lil' Snoop, he died over again
Rest in peace lil' Josh, he died over a chain
Rest in peace lil' Ryan, he died over a whip
Rest in peace C' he died over a chip
Rest in peace Tupac, rest in peace BIG
I could spit a whole verse when I ever RIP
Dream killers is all I see, he could've been a movie star
But instead we shooting stars
It don't matter who we are, brown skin, black skin
I ain't talking rap when I say Tech 9, Mac 10
Dream killers packing, y'all ain't tryina see me ball
Hit 'em with that red charge, yeah, I'm blind to 'em all
They don't fill my drink, they tryina kill my dream
They can't kill my dream, they tryina steal my dream
If they can't steal my dream, they tryina chill my steam
And that's the motivation I use to build my dream, boy

They don't wanna see me ball
They just wanna see me fall
I could be the next shooting star
Then them haters just brought me a brand new car
They don't wanna see me ball
They just wanna see me fall
I could be the next shooting star
Then them haters just brought me a brand new car

 

[fox69]

"No Limit Party"

"No Limit Party"


[Chorus]
Ain't no party like a No Limit party
cause the No Limit party is the shit
All the niggas say bitches
all the bitches say nigga
Everybody else shut the fuck up

[Verse 1]
Sideways through the cut with my giggety glock
Never giving a fuck I'm bout to let off 5 shots
Motherfucker in the parking lot talking shit
Get my gat I wouldn't give a fuck, I'm going giggety click
On his ass for the 9 0
Giving a fuck cause we all like the fine hoes
Drop g's on they ass with my ski mask
And as the sucker try to duck and dodge the diggety task
But I ain't fucking with the popos hit the floor
Watch them motherfuckers see me at the side show
Spinning daytons on the block with my giggety glock
As a nigga let off bout 17 shots
And as these motherfuckers make a move and choose me
But I ain't tripping cause the P packs an oozie

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Me and my partners mobbing should I say robbing
4 g's and the lack and you know we keep our head bobbing
15's in the trunk with the diggety dump
Got the gat on my side just in case some nigga starts some funk
But we ain't tripping on that kike shit
Never giving a fuck about a nigga or a motherfucking broke bitch
We'd rather clock g's and smoke dank weed
And be higher than a bird or the seven seas
Giggety locs with the gat we ain't tripping bitch
Never giving a fuck I got the mind of a lunatic
And as I roll through bitch with my 40
Cause ain't no motherfucker like a No Limit Party

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Now hold me back, 94 I came fat
Worldwide and you player hating marks you can't fade that
With the giggety boat I'm gone tell your giggety ??
Put like 5 on the motherfucking tigggety tiggety o
Straight macking dollars I be stacking
Four bitches in the back and you know we all packing
Hit it sideways like I left the highways
Crazy horse to drink with a little Oscar Mayte
So much dank smoke I couldn't see the freak show
Had to tell the cutie to meet me back at the other door
?? hitting on the booty
5 minutes later stank bitch wanna do me
But I ain't tripping, I'm bout to hit like Scottie Pippen
And put my sheepskin on in case I go skinny dipping
And grab my 40 and tell her get up off me
We don't love them hoes, it ain't nothing but a party

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"No Limit Soldiers II"
(feat. No Limit's All Stars)

"No Limit Soldiers II"
(feat. No Limit's All Stars)



[Master P]
Oh yea
It's Christmas time nigga
Well muthafuckin Merry Christmas and New Years nigga (ha,ha)
Yall didn't think we was gonna do it again
Hah nigga what

MP be my name
From the ghetto to fame
Got them MAKE 'EM SAY UGHHH (UGHHH)
Got the world screaming my name
From every soldier to soldierette
From every killer to cadet
Playa hatas get wet
TRU niggas march playas step

[Chorus]
We No Limit Soldiers
I thought I told ya
We No Limit Soldiers
I thought I told ya
No,No Limit Soldiers
I thought I told ya
We No Limit Soldiers

[C-Murder]
I'm a muthafucking No Limit Soldier
It's a mystery (what)
How us young black thugs made history
We be some TRU niggas on the rise
And we gonna ball till we fall
Two shots to my dead niggas on the wall
Captain of a bunch a ghetto millionaires on the rise
And much respect like them muthafucking wise guys
TRU tattooed on my back and arm hoe
And represent the south 3rd Ward Calliope

[Fiend]
I dropped on the streets
Like cocked 9's or spray painted stop signs
Niggas gettin knock down
Needles in white lines
Second lines pity crimes
Down to a gun call all from a phone call
I done been through it all
Well you forgot my name Fiend
And I don't fuck around
And soldiers show that there bowdy rowdy
When I come around
I'm Mr. Womp Womp
The one tighter than some new J's
Bout getting some to plays
That get me funky for few days

[Chorus]
We No,No Limit Soldiers
I thought I told ya
We No Limit Soldiers

[Magic]
Yall remember me I'm the one they call Mr. Magic
Voted least to succeed but I'm back to let cha have it
Now I'm moving on yall can't stop the tank I'm wit
If you fuck wit me be guaranteed bitch that your head gonna split
AHHHHH shit
Who make yall scream the loudest
Who dought it
That Master P boys get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it
Respect the tank or get your ass rolled over
By this 200 & 20 lb. 9th Ward bulldozer

[Mr. Serv-On]
You bet its me the only one to spell everything out
The nigga to snatch your muthafucking neck
If you ain't got no muthafucking respect
The soldier that been holding back for years
Cause niggas scared of my motherfucking bite
P done let loosened up the straps, believe me nigga
you ain't leaving this motherfucker til everybody fight
Even if you don't want to
I'ma hit you punch you kick you
I'm the rowdiest motherfucker up in this bitch
And I'll love to get witcha
Fuck you I'm wearing these leather support across my chest
So lower you tens if you don't respect
You know I'm from the 3rd bitch
You gone be a casualty
bitch, I'ma soldier

[Mia X]
Roundin up my soldiers, scoopin up my warriors
Mobbin with these No Limit TRU shotcallers, street brawlers
All the nigga don't fuck around
We ain't gonna tear your club up
But we gonna shut the bitch down
Lyrically I drown soldier hatas
I'm the lady alligator
Take you shake you and bake you
Split your decision maker
Wake up fire starters coming harder
Than your father's fist
Like he caught your mamma's lips around the neighbors dick
It's the same bitch
Y'all know how Mama Drama Mia X ho's
You don't want no problems we soldiers

[Chorus]
We No Limit Soldiers
I thought I told ya
We No Limit Soldiers
I thought I told ya

[Big Ed]
I hit you wit the - left, right , left
Then a roundhouse kick
Nigga make some room back up back up
Bout to get right up in this bitch
Big Ed the (Assassin) watch me get my (Blast On)
Then I (Smash On) with my (Mask On)
Full grown wit the brains blown
From my infamous spit
Then I fuck the shit out your old lady with my infamous dick
Get 'em up hit 'em up
My entourage in camouflage
When you hear (Ooh Ooh Oh) get the fuck out of dodge

[Silkk the Shocker]
Mista!! N-O-L-I-M-I to the T
Second in command
When I get my demands
The only person that can stop it is P
No tattle tails so many bitches I had to kill
Grabbed my steal soldiers from the heart
No killa boy luck killa in my heart
On the battlefield fuck yall what
Coming through spitting
Coming through hitting
Yall niggas hit the gates
Come through flipping
Picture a nigga
So now I'm coming to get you next
Nigga trained for combat
Bomb on contact we can play fair
Yall been warned sorry ones yall can stay there
You can tell we some soldiers (right, right, right)
You can tell we some soldiers (when I say ahhh)
Everybody starts to fight! Soldiers

[Chorus]
We NoLimit Soldiers
I thought I told ya
We NoLimit Soldiers
I thought I told ya
No,No-No Limit Soldiers
I thought I told ya
We NoLimit Soldiers
I thought I told ya

[Mystikal]
Left right left right
Muthafucker I been tight
Running from the breath fire coming from my windpipe
Bullet wounds pistol play muthafucking fist fight
Hiding in the tent with a motherfuckin chim light
There go the tank there come the round
Throwing grenade get on the ground
You might just get up without your head
You looking for trouble and that's what you found
Take a long time look around tryin to find
These niggas ain't trying to respect our minds
Shoot us, and stab us, and kick us, and cut us
but can't fuck with us when we combine
Get you everytime put your foot on the mine
Flyin metal when it highly explode don't matter how you put it
When you are telling a nigga bout me
Let it be known I'm a motherfucking soldier!

[Chorus]
We No Limit Soldiers
I thought I told ya
We No Limit Soldiers
I thought I told ya
No No Limit Soldiers
I thought I told ya
We No Limit Soldiers
I thought I told ya
No No Limit Soldiers
I thought I told ya
We No Limit Soldiers
I thought I told ya
(Bitch get your mind right)
No No Limit Soldiers
I thought I told ya
(Bitch get your mind right)
We No Limit Soldiers
I thought I told ya

 

[fox69]

"No Limit To This Real Shit"
(feat. Nipsey)

"No Limit To This Real Shit"
(feat. Nipsey)



[Verse 1:]
A lil skinny nigga caught me underdone
Hanging with my partners pulling out these fancy cars.
It's funny how a record change a nigga life
Sleeping on the floor to mattress, fucking all the night.
Took grandma to the church, had to pay my time
A hundred Gs to the preachers, should've seen his eyes
My auntie cry every time when she see me strap,
But these little niggas ain't kill your life, it's just one trap.
Keep my pistol cock, homie, I don't fuck with cowards,
Took my bitch out the hood, here's a million dollars,
Put my trust in God and I love haters
Cause every time they talk shit, nigga, I get paper.
Watch your enemies, you even got to watch your friends,
Peter told Jesus he loved him, then he gave him in.
Bars calls this shit, that shit, many shit funny
Real niggas that turn bitch behind the real money
I thank God for my partner, my nigga Joey,
Cause when I was hurt he ain't talk, he said pitch and throw it.

[Hook:]
Yeah, let's make a toast for this real shit,
And all the bullshit we had to deal with
Started off with crums, we had to build bricks,
I pray 20 years later that I'm still rich.
Rolling up switchers to this real shit,
Still praying for the patients not to kill shit,
Started off with crums, we had to build bricks.
It's no limit to this real shit.

[Verse 2:]
It's the untouchable, grew up on the hustler,
So there's nothing for me to kick in the door or fuck with you.
Tie you and your bitch up, dare hop in the truck with you
You die on the way to your track, then I ain't stopping you,
This next part from Rihanna, I'm fucking you.
Gangster, hit it doggy style with Chris Brown bump it, too.
Lot bitches smoke weed, coke pie, so dope,
Drove 'rarris, pop marries, crook it on appalation's slopes.
They ain't seen a cold nigga like this,
These are the memoires of a gold rope,
Hollywood never and the white boys are so cold.
Crazy motherfucker, my conscious drink for a logo
Ice tea and them bricks, I've been fucking with coco.
Lenny is old, had a triple thing for aggia joe
Birds by the boat load, that bitch life in a chokehold,
And is hard to trust hoes, you see what happened with ocho.
Ain't no limit to this real shit,
Master in the pieces, tell, it's time to kill shit.

[Hook:]
Yeah, let's make a toast for this real shit,
And all the bullshit we had to deal with
Started off with crums, we had to build bricks,
I pray 20 years later that I'm still rich.
Rolling up switchers to this real shit,
Still praying for the patients not to kill shit,
Started off with crums, we had to build bricks.
It's no limit to this real shit.

[Verse 3:]
Could've been a prose swing that bat like beyrut
But stuck in this ghetto with these killers like they look
Oldschool chuck tailors with no lasers
Used to shoot marbles with my cousin till he caught cases
I wanna thank my fifth grade teacher, that bitch was hating.
Told me I ain't gonna be shit, now I'm going places,
South cut his head off then he lost his power
Pillar talking, chasing bad hoes, call him delauer.
Behind the money, nigga, family members turn sour,
Real niggas talk rather die and turn coward.
I told Twizzers do you think, homie, we gonna make it?
I say a prayer to the niggas that I know they hate me.
I see these school queens turn into dolphins
I see mama sell her body for that white cream
Me game nimpsy, connected like Instagram
I keep that pistol on, cause niggas they wanna see me rich.
There's no limit forever and we ain't never quit.

[Hook:]
Yeah, let's make a toast for this real shit,
And all the bullshit we had to deal with
Started off with crums, we had to build bricks,
I pray 20 years later that I'm still rich.
Rolling up switchers to this real shit,
Still praying for the patients not to kill shit,
Started off with crums, we had to build bricks.
It's no limit to this real shit.

 

[fox69]

"No More Tears"

"No More Tears"


-This goes out to my best friend
-My partner
-The only person I can trust in this world
-This for you mom

Momma, this is one thing I still can't realize
How you been so strong when my brother died
You done kept the family together tight
Thinkin about how we gone get throght this sorrow night
This is crazy, I can't sleep nope
Even though i got revenge written across my throat
Five kids and you done lost one
Never had a daddy, but put it on your oldest son
Ain't that a b, leave me to watch the family
To make the bills get paid, you got to live scandalous G
Cause the ghetto got me pressured
Will I die sellin dope, or would I sell a million records
Ohh momma won't you feel me
Even though Ms. ?? said somebody tried to kill P
And you know your boy's sellin dope
But all you say is watch yo back
Cause you don't want to see me go

[Chorus: (Repeat 2X)]
Momma I don't wanna see you cry
No more tears
Cause I'm deep in the game
Sellin much cocaine

Momma how you be so strong
Even tough the ATF, done kicked down your home
And ran right through and got me
But you still came to see me
And said that you love me
And I know that you real though
Cause when I got out, you's the first one at the door
Knowing that your boy turned into a man
But you done tripped cause I still understand
That I'm trying to make some money
And if I die in this game, I guess that won't be funny
But you still on my side cause you a soldier
You the only friend I got and ma I told ya
One day I'ma change G
Even though the ghetto's crazy, think about your baby
If I make it out this dope game
I know that life won't be the same, momma I gone make a change

[Chorus:]