Master P

[fox69]

"Nobody Moves"
(feat. Magic, Silkk the Shocker)

"Nobody Moves"
(feat. Magic, Silkk the Shocker)



[Chorus: Master P + Magic (repeat 4X)]

Nobody moves, nobody get hurt {What?}
Don't make me put yo' face on a t-shirt with some dirt
{Motherfucker it's on!}

[Master P]
I retired from the game til you niggaz got me fucked up
I'm back for 2000 to get y'all bitches and y'all niggaz bucked up
The media started hatin cause I made my money on the corner
I'm like the Energizer Bunny, on some weed and Corona
Now y'all don't wanna fuck wit me
I got some killers that'll bust wit me
and I represent that C-P-3
til I'm motherfuckin six feet deep!!!
Nigga I'ma ball til I fall, no fakin it's all real
How many niggaz can roll through the project, that made $56 mill?
We all tatted, all gatted, we hustlers, y'all addicts
Now who the fuck want static? I got the automatics

[Chorus 1/2]

[Magic]
Motherfucker we back
To all the hater niggaz thought No Limit was fallin off
I'm here to set the record straight
MOTHERFUCKER I'M GOIN OFF!
On all you bitches speakin behind the microphone
One more word and I'ma follow you home
Empty my chrome, up in your dome
It's the Y-2-K motherfucker WE CAME TO CRUSH BONES!
Eternal sleep to all you niggaz talkin beef
I cut you up and eat you I'm a, wild fuckin beast
I'm like a fuckin bomb and P's the designator
Go 'head and push the button, LET ME GET RID OF ALL THE HATERS!
.. Nann nigga here can fade us, so BOW MOTHERFUCKER
BOW TO THE FUCKIN GREATEST!

[Chorus 1/2]

[Silkk]
We put the choppers up, my nigga done put the legs down
Niggaz think we playin at first, but shit done got serious now
We make nightmares come true, when we come through
Nigga you don't wanna fuck with us
that there they see what a nigga did done you, run who
and I don't believe in that ten years down the line shit
Revenge so when you come through? Bury your lil' son too
Shit is real now
We walk away, fuck nah I was taught to spray
If the drama too big for what I got on my hip
P and Magic brought the 'K
Niggaz done fucked up the game
That's why they got stuck for they chain
Niggaz ain't real killers, niggaz ? looked up in vain
See I ain't no killer, but if come down to it I'll bust yo' brains in
I don't give a fuck who around me, never touch my No Limit chain again
Bitch

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Oh Na Nae"

"Oh Na Nae"


Yo como aqui, tambien el dineros
Yo quiero la pesos

[Chorus: Master P (repeat 2X)]

I say ooooh nah nae
I got to get the money 'fore I play (dineros)
I say ooooh nah nae
I got to get the money 'fore I play (pesos)

[first time, repeat 1.5X only]

[Master P]
I started small time, but I made it, to the top
Do I believe in God? I thank the man for everything I got
Senoriiiiiita? Can you, read my future?
Cause where I'm from the little homies they'll shoot ya
See I'm a savage (savage) but I love to life lavish (lavish)
and I'm addicted to cornbread, greens, and cabbage
I'm a ghe-tto boy, with a ghe-tto house
I got twenties on my Benz, and gold's in my mouth
And if I go to jail, put some pesos on my books
Believe me when I say this I'm a hustler not a crook

[Chorus]

[Master P]
I lock the boat to the truck, then I headed, to the beach
We started walkin chasin cuties and I got sand in my feet
I say soldiers hold up, who got a camera?
I seen one so tight, man you know I gotta slam her
I looked into her eyes I'm thinkin sex on the beach
She got a friend, uno dos now they hang with me
Here come the cops and we all blowin doja
He say are you drinkin, I say nah man we sober

[Chorus]

[Master P]
Getcha money, 'fore you play, ya heard me?
Part of this No Limit soldier campaign
Be all you can be

[Chorus (fades out)]

 

[fox69]

"Only God Can Judge Me"

"Only God Can Judge Me"


[Master P]
My military mind.. makes me a soldier
And I'm the last one left (last one left)
Ain't nuttin wrong wit change {I'm back nigga!}
(Ain't nuttin wrong wit change)
Ain't nuttin wrong wit makin moves
{I ain't hard to find, ya HEARD ME?}
You brought me from the dust to death (from dust to death)
So forget anybody, that don't believe in
(forget anybody that don't believe) {Fuck my adversaries!}
The words (the words) that you laid upon me (that you laid upon me)
And to my enemies (and to my enemies) and the media (the media)
the feds (and the feds) the IRS (and the IRS) fuck all y'all
{FUCK ALL Y'ALL!} This No Limit shit (this No Limit shit)
Dis TRU Master P shit (dis TRU Master P shit!)
is tatted in my soul (is tatted in my soul)
is placed in my heart (is placed in my heart)
and only you know the way (and only you know the way)
of the righteous man (of the righteous man)
And only you know how righteous we really are
(And only you know how righteous we really are)
Because of you {It's No Limit for life} we should eat
and the world should be satisfied we ain't hustlin no mo'
We ain't huntin no mo' (we ain't huntin no mo')
I'm a 3rd Ward nigga for life
(I'm a 3rd War nigga for life, ya heard me?!)
I only returned to this rap game {REPRESENT!}
to just (to just) on the evil disciples
(on the evil disciples)
They got lucky in this rap game
(They got lucky in this rap game)
Now they wanna destroy our ghetto kingdom
(Now they wanna destroy our ghetto kingdom)
Be not far from me
for the trouble is near (the trouble is near)
The roaring lions has surrounded me {IT DON'T MATTER}
Turned my friends into enemies (turned my friends into enemy)
My family members into.. money hungry snakes
but the bull in me will never give up (THE BULL IN ME)
Even though the intents of evil is against me
(Even though the intents of evil is against me)
But uhh, the Lord is my Shepherd (the Lord is my Shepherd)
and I shall not want (and I shall not want)
{We got the eyes on y'all}
All my ghetto thug and thugettes
(All my ghetto THUG and THUGETTES)
Follow me (ride with me) {we watchin y'all}
I come to teach not to preach (I come to teach.. not to preach)
A good soldier prepare for war in the time of peace
and I make records for all y'all soldiers
From the North, South, West, to the East (unnnnngggggghhh)
Keep your eyes on the beast though (keep your eyes on the beast)
Ain't no man could stop us (ain't no man could stop us)
Ain't no man could put no barriers in all my life
(And ain't no haters can take us, ya heard me?!)
And only God can judge me (only God can judge me)
Only God can judge me (only God can judge me)
{Snakes they come in all shapes and sizes, ya heard me?}
R.I.P. Tupac (R.I.P. Tupac)
Biggie Smalls (Biggie Smalls)
Kevin Miller (my little brother Kevin Miller)
I made this album for the niggaz that love us
(for niggaz that love us)
and even for the niggaz that hate us
(Fuck the niggaz that hate us though!) {WE STILL ON TOP THOUGH!}
Cause without y'all (but without y'all)
I COULDN'T BE THE MOTHERFUCKIN MAN! (I COULDN'T BE!)
I COULDN'T BE WHERE I'M AT RIGHT NOW! (NUMBER ONE ON BILLBOARD!)
SO Y'ALL MOTHERFUCKERS KEEP HATIN, KEEP RIDIN
{LOOK WHERE I'M AT NIGGA, AND LOOK WHERE YOU AT}
(ALWAYS, TOP TEN)
and keep tryin (keep tryin)
You can't stop No Limit motherfucker
(Can't stop the motherfuckin TANK!!)
{Ghetto motherfuckin Bill Gates nigga}
It's a whole world of us (a whole motherfuckin lot of us)
There's millions of us
IT'S BILLIONS OF US NIGGAZ READY TO RIDE!
(Ready to ride nigga)
Ready for y'all niggaz that's God at concerts
Talkin bout No Limit (oh yeah)
Talkin bout motherfuckers on records
(Nigga we got tabs on y'all)
Y'ALL REAL NIGGAZ NEED TO SLAP THE +PISS+
OUT SOME OF THESE OL' BITCH ASS NIGGAZ
Cause only the real the gon' survive..

 

[fox69]

"Only Time Will Tell"
(feat. Mac, Sons of Funk)

"Only Time Will Tell"
(feat. Mac, Sons of Funk)



[Master P]
(Only time will tell nigga when we die go to heaven or hell nigga) [4X]

When i die nigga don't wanna go to hell though
I been out here hustling trying to get dough
Got da game in my vein won't change
little homies on the street know my name
its the M-A-S to tha R-P
A young nigga tryin live in these ghetto streets
would I die, would I roll, would i retire young,
would a nigga get paid be the out come
its strictly for the G's so a nigga ball
thankin mama goddamn don't let your baby fall
i'm out here tryin to make me a little change
stuck in this muthafuckin dope game
would i lose tryin to keep my fuckin shoes
would a young nigga see P on the news
I done seen rappers get their fuckin cap peeled
say its mafia damn what a bad deal
so the game get hectic so i wanna cheat
grab my gat kill off my enemies
I'd do fair time nigga but fuck that
I'd rather sleep, split a wig with my crome gat
cuz I ain't goin less I take two niggas wit me
niggas want P they better come and get me
I ain't hard to find it ain't a rhyme
its gonna either be your soul or mine

(Only time will tell nigga when we die go to heaven or hell nigga) [4X]

Niggas Die to make covers of magazines
I'd rather be unknown then dead and famous with green
The black hearse roll through da ghetto streets
I made the sign of da cross, glad it ain't me
Not fearing death, just not ready yet
two stones to my brother, may his soul rest
retaliation is a must fool (huh)
some niggas don't play by no fucking rules
in this game get so deep so we gotta ride
Mama don't trip, don't even cry
when its my time to go then I gotta leave
but while I'm here I'm gonna drink henicy and smoke weed
is there a heaven for a gansta niggas callin
trying figure out if they up there ballin
My young niggas getting paid left da earth
goddamn six feet now he's in da dirt
church bells rangin hoes sangin
my nigga's up there for gang bangin
slangin dope, pushin cocalies
got me stressin down on my knees
its a risky life wit a fast pace
but where soliders go when they get took away

(Only time will tell nigga when we die go to heaven or hell nigga) [4X]

[Sons of Funk]
I seen angels crying so many soldiers dying
Tell me when will it end will I get to heaven
will I see my friends or will i go to hell
only time will tell

[Mac]
Head first in this world with my eyes impeel
unaware that these niggaz on tha streets is real
will i survive or will the cold streets shake me
will them niggas break me before the lord take me out
this son of a bitch I never want it never asked to come
trapped in a double face not a place to run
get the gun and buck it let'em know I ain't the one to fuck wit
I stuck with this rough shit
screaming tell god to make space them niggas killed my ace
and now they tryin make waste of my face
but I'm strapped up and only fifteen full of hatred
i couldn't be the next rapper faced with waste
cemetary gates all black suits and limos
family tears and flowers no more shows and videos
after parties hoes come to a cease
young thug caught one slug rest in peace

(Ughhhhh)
(Only time will tell nigga when we die go to heaven or hell nigga)

 

[fox69]

"Ooh Shit"

"Ooh Shit"


[Master P]
It was a late friday night and a chill was at the club
I was kind typsy from smokin that bud
Walked to the bar seen this bitch fine & Tender
The b*tch at the counter aske a nigga couldnt remember
looked in her face a perfect redbone
took her to the hotel till the chill yo was on
she started rubin & massagin my chest
she said why you were a bullet proof vest
I sai bitch cause im to deep up in this
but just handle your buissness
she reached for my dick like a dipstick
and grabbed my nuts and started to kiss
I rubbed my fingers against her face
before we did it popped in the Marvin Gaye tape
[Marvin Gaye]
Theres nothing wrong with me fuckin you
[Master P]
but back to the story all right
I guess its time to fuck cause off went the lights
bitch was kinda hot
didnt have a rubber but a nigga still hit that cock
side to side back to front she put wip cream on my dick & swalloed the cum
I flipped the bitch over one more time
but the bitch was to kinky to be mine
I looked at my watch said ohh shit
I got a concert to do bitch
she said I guess its time to go, would I ever see you again?
I said probably so
but I didnt know it would be that soon
cause after the concert a nigga dick turn blue
and when I see her Im gonna kill that bitch damn
she did do suckin to my dick

[Chorus]
Ohh Shit, bitch what did you do to my dick [x4]

Chill man pull this motherfucker I gotta take a piss damn
Ohh Ohh bitch Ohh im gonna kill that bitch god my dick burnin
Chill man bring me to the motherfuckin hospital

 

[fox69]

"Ooohhhwee"
(feat. Weebie)

"Ooohhhwee"
(feat. Weebie)



To the beat y'all

[Master P]
Weebie! Holla at me (c'mon)
I got like twelve bottles of bubbly (oh)

[Chorus One 2X: Weebie]
I love the way she shake it in the thong - OOOHHHWEE!
The way she make it twurk and grab the wall - OOOHHHWEE!
Oh, baby you know whatchu doin - OOOHHHWEE!
No Limit got the steps bouncin and movin - OOOHHHWEE!

[Master P]
I know a big girl, with a ironed skirt
Give her couple dollars, she'll make it work
I mean holla at me whoadie, you know our crew large
Our fantasy's to have sex wit two broads
On a boat or a plane or exotic cars
from the Bently to the Lexus, girl bring the toys
On the dance floor shorty started takin' it off
Took her to the V.I.P., started breakin me off
Said she knew I was a baller by my iced out wrists
I told the waiter "Don't stop, keep bringin' the Cris'"
i'ma country boy like to Dukes of Hazard
See a fine chick, you know I'm gon' grab her
Elle Nay girl where you at?
This No Limit boy tryin to do that thang
I said "Rock the boat, don't let it sank"
It's time to go to war, I got the tank

[Chorus One]

[Master P] Say that then

[Weebie]
I could work, put ya body, c'mon back it up, back it up
You know Weebie and Master P, we gon' tank it up, tank it up
Turn around to the ground, you know how it goes
Catch the flow, tippie-toe, come and wobble some mo'
Like you know how I do it so don't act surprised
For a fact gotchu dancin 'til you hurtin your thighs
Now won'tcha tune it up and wobble wit it
Act a fool and wobble wit it
Won'tcha make it hustle, ooh baby don't pull a muscle
Gotcha workin on the wall 'til you run outta breath
No Limit like I told ya so y'all give us respect
Now you could shake it like a dog, break my fuckin balls
Do it how ya do it, lemme see ya take it off

[Chorus One]

[Chorus Two: Weebie]
Now won'tcha rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock, rock on
Rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock
Now won'tcha turn around and hustle wit it
Back it up and hustle wit it, touch the ground and hustle wit it
Ooh baby ooh baby

[Master P]
Mary had a big ol' butt, in them tight ass jeans it showed
And every club that Mary was at then thugs was sure to go
I mean she had the bo-legged wit the curves just like a bottle
Project chick but pretty just like a model
When I'm rollin through the hood she on dubs
Don't mind gettin in and shakin her thang in the club
I mean, beat bopper she loved the tote shoppers
Call her head nurse then I'ma be the doctor
A real country mamma cook grits and eggs
And she don't leave the farm except to get paid
Candice on twaps cause she love the ball
Thought she had the nizzle on the dresses at the mall
Buyin, high heels on some leather boots
And lookin for them ballers wit the crazy loot, WHAT?!

[Chorus One]

[Chorus Two]

[Master P over Chorus Two]
Where them No Limit boys at? Throw them 'bows
Them No Limit girls, get money and what?
Told y'all clowns ain't no stoppin us
Putcha "Gameface" on when ya catchin us

[Master P (Weebie)]
East side (OOOHHHWEE!), Mid West (OOOHHHWEE!)
West coast (OOOHHHWEE!), Dirty South (OOOHHHWEE!)
The ghetto clique (OOOHHHWEE!), No Limit! (OOOHHHWEE!)
Haters off, can't stop us, can't stop me (OOOHHHWEE!)
Y'all, know, where we be (OOOHHHWEE!)
Somebody tell valet to bring my Bentley
I'm about to kite wit a couple these poppers y'heard?
The party's not over, OOOHHH-WEE-WEE!

 

[fox69]

"Paper"
(feat. Meek Mill)

"Paper"
(feat. Meek Mill)



Grinky had that ounce of crack, turn that to that whole joint
Then he got that nina and he turned that to whole point
Me I bet them pounds down, never got that brown, brown
Take it to my homie crib and then I break it down, down
Used to flood this whole shit, just like a surround sound
Panorama for stack, used to go and pound, pound
Just to get a hole in one, cop it, he gonn throw one
O'malley in the kitchen, whipin white until his nose run
Then I met my nigga meek, hit me with that trick or treat
Took it to the south side, and I was right back in a week
Fresh from outa jail cell, right back out here in these streets
Yeah I was out on bail, but now it's time to pay these lawyer fees
30 charges pending and the cops could come to court on me
Pity ain't gonn do shit, but to sit me in that court and plea
And I ain't tryina cop out, looking for a knock out
High school I dropped out, so I can slang that rock out

[Hook:]
I'm a hustle nigga all night, all night
Till I get my fuckin paper right, paper right
Bitch you ball that's a halley hoop
20 pounds, that's a bentley coupe
I'm a hustle nigga all night, all night
Till I get my fuckin paper right, paper right
Bitch you ball that's a alley hoop
20 pounds, that's a bentley coupe

I'm on my grind and I don't sleep
Don't fuck with you niggas tell the police
Niggas client tryina get me for a half a key
I got my young niggas that put your ass straight to sleep
This ain't a sport boy, I'm pistol pete
Do that ball through the hood, call me cp3
I did it once, now I'm back bitch, look at me
No limit forever motherfucker, and we in the streets

[Hook:]
I'm a hustle nigga all night, all night
Till I get my fuckin paper right, paper right
Bitch you ball that's a halley hoop
20 pounds, that's a bentley coupe
I'm a hustle nigga all night, all night
Till I get my fuckin paper right, paper right
Bitch you ball that's a alley hoop
20 pounds, that's a bentley coupe

Fuckin shine, I'm lebron, give me the whole 9
I need that fat to jump it back from the freehrow line
I gotta get it, I'm a trap it out the whole night
Razor blade, residue jays in the glass pipe
Started out wearing deacon suits to wearing all new
If it's money in the house, we gonn get to em
I went from standin on the corner, to a benz owner
I had to move to california and get my bread lonely
Nigga my whole team murkin while you broke hurtin
We all get it for certain, you lames still purpin
We back to back and for us niggas get back and chill
If you ain't comin spending money, my youngins don't trill

[Hook:]
I'm a hustle nigga all night, all night
Till I get my fuckin paper right, paper right
Bitch you ball that's a halley hoop
20 pounds, that's a bentley coupe
I'm a hustle nigga all night, all night
Till I get my fuckin paper right, paper right
Bitch you ball that's a halley hoop
20 pounds, that's a bentley coupe.

 

[fox69]

"Paper Chasing"
(feat. MC Eiht)

"Paper Chasing"
(feat. MC Eiht)



Geah
Geah
In the house (heyyy)
For the 9-7 geah
Check it out
Eihthype in the house
Geah, you know how we do it
For the 9 to the 7, geah
C'mon chin chin

Gimme those keys, freeze like One Times in a raid
Scheming off the top of the pow to get paid
Let's take a trip back - like Minnie
A place where they fast cutting - like Vinnie
I know - lots of drama
Your momma comin' through in a short skirt straight looking for work
It's my man Boom Bam in nod
(hey... hey yo what's up Bam?)
Coming up in the game I swear to god
Customers roll through - every minute
One Time's right after - trying to hit it
Pesos to hood rat hoes, oh yes
Can't - shut us down cause this Tribe's on the Quest
Possess the baddest sacks to have your block sewed
Interference - we giving a clearence to get float
Hold - up, geah wait a minute
A car full of chronic smokers yeah and I'm in it

I gotta gets the money,
gotta gets the money cause I needs the cash cash, c'mon geah
I gotta gets the money,
gotta gets the money cause I needs the cash cash, c'mon geah
You know I need the money,
gotta get the money cause I needs the cash cash c'mon
You know I need the money,
gotta get the money cause I needs the cash cash

My shit is kinda difficult to swallow
Here comes the hollow
I be the leader so you follow
Payback's tomorrow
Willie green's on the caper - who get the vapors?
Used to love you now I hate you - won't bring me the paper
These B.G's gon' stay alive
Can't knock my hustle from the West nigga 9 to 5
Greenery to - blow, Cristal in the glasses all the way live
S-5's to S ??
Bitches gon' get in where they fit in
Finding my tag a nice Rag Top to sit in (geah)
Baby the bomb this bitch-ass nigga has ever seen
Down to get cream, wanna be on my team
Buy you some - cause these G's is for hire
20 sacks to burn on 20 inch tyres
Who's under fire - not gettin' paid is what you're facing
Geah, check it out, paper chasing

You know I need the money,
gotta get the money cause I needs the cash cash c'mon hey
You know I need the money,
gotta get the money cause I needs the cash cash
check it out
You know I need the money,
gotta get the money cause I needs the cash cash c'mon hey
You know I need the money,
gotta get the money cause I needs the cash cash

Picture me rolling as I take a hit
As I floss my shit
With the fresh chrome kit
Hating because the player's ball
Like Big Mike something serious leaving nigga straight delirious
Curiosity killed the cat
Gots to get my cheese cause in this game a gang of fucking rats
Plotting to get they ??? on
They ??? on, eating cheese until your fucking skrilla's all gone
You all alone
Remember this phrase(geah) : starving like Marvin
Ain't no better fucking days
Want a piece of the pie? Take my advice
Hit your block sales and watch out for the fucking vice
Fuck the One Time, fuck the gov-ernment
They still ain't send no love
Biz lick cause 25 is what you're facing (geah)
Continue to clucks the rock, paper chasing

[chorus]

Geah
In the house
Eihthype in the house
Willie green in the house
Mr Tony in the house
The whole Eiht Hype click
My nigga Master P in the house

 

[fox69]

"Pass Me Da Green"

"Pass Me Da Green"


This is a ghetto public announcement (weed smokers)
Roll your blunts tight
And light your joints
Inhale...slowly exhale
And that's how you get high.
(clip from Friday)
I know you don't smoke weed... I know this
But I'm gonna get you high today
Cause it's Friday, you ain't got no job, and you ain't got shit to do
Pass me da green, I need some weed with my Hennessy [repeat 8X]
(Inhale....exhale) Eyes selling red, got my dank from the Bahamas
Went to see my girl smoke some green with her mama
Jumped in my Cutlass on the way to the liquor store
Picked up some blunts, got ten on the 2-0
Fix these palm trees wit some green leaves
Got a nigga's head spinning like the seven seas
Puff, puff, pass, nigga that's what Simon say
Fools that hog the green or da weed gonna get carried away
Fingernails burnt, lookin like a tweeker
Ears steadily poppin, but not from the speakers
Green got me hungry, fiendin for them munchies
cause real smokers don't blow no fuckin green on empty stomachs
Pass me da green, I need some weed with my Hennessy [repeat 4X]
Green trees pack wood, make cabbage
I like to get high but it ain't a bad habit
Speed up with that weed smoke comin out my 'llac
Got a hottie in the front and one in the back
Blowin shotguns to me and my homie
I feel like this weed make a young nigga horny
I stopped the fuckin lac at Holiday Inn
I ain't even trippin, told the girls to come in
Laid her down steady cause she know I'm ready
Choppin up weed like motherfuckin spaghetti
Hoes down south must know voodoo
cause every time I hit the weed I'm lookin for Isuzus
Pass me da green, I need some weed with my Hennessy [repeat 5X]
Y'all high yet?
Pass me da green, I need some weed with my Hennessy [repeat 3X]
Damn nigga y'all chokin, get the fuck out of here nigga
Pass me da green I need some weed with my Hennessy
Nigga I said are y'all high yet?
Pass me da green I need some weed with my Hennessy [repeat 3X]
Oh, you think you trippin now huh?
You thinkin you hearing voices nigga?
Well, if you is then you high nigga, but if you ain't

 

[fox69]

"Pervin'"

"Pervin'"


[Master P talking]
Ronzo, shut the door on that Cougar partner
It's time to get pervin'
Keyon, pass the dank man (Yeah man)
Yo G you wanna hit (Yeah, let me hit that shit, sssss) [Coughs]
Man this shit so, shit
Yo, yo put that smoke out man, there go 5-0

[Master P]
Ooh, I'm with it
Smooth, if you a sucker ya better move on
Ya see it's P just flowin' with the microphone
Keyon layin' the tracks to the dope beat
The mixin' and scratchin' done by my nigga G
We a down crew, act a fool
You run up and down, I had to down this fool
But I'm makin' records down in the studio
I had to show the fuckin' world that I was dope
It's time to get paid
I'm sellin' world wide, yeah P is on a straight rise
Bitches on the jock, I'm makin' it
Niggas suck my dick, I know ya fakin' it
Ya punk motherfuckin' game ain't set to right
Check it out, hit chu' with a left and a right
I got tops and tops that means dollars
And all you motherfuckin' bitches just holla
I'm on the set of school and act servin'
In other words, me and my partners we just pervin'

[Hook]
Ha, ha we just pervin'
Ya know what I'm sayin', Keyon niggas didn't think we could do this
We just pervin'
Yeah ya know what I'm sayin' 91, we just pervin'
Yeah ya know what I'm sayin' my nigga K-Lou in the studio
We just pervin'
Yeah, we on a ride, we just pervin'

[Master P talking]
Yeah, gotta go like that partner (Get fucked up dog)
Yeah, hold on, hold on don't get the mill though
Niggas know how it is in the studio
Ya know what I'm sayin' nigga just act stupid
Know what I'm sayin' I gets pervin'
And all these bitches out there, know what I'm sayin'
Yo, this gets pervin'
Ha, ha yeah on the for real though, know what I'm sayin' (What's up)
Ain't nothin' happenin' everybody down at...(What's really up)
Movin' thangs, that's what's up know what I'm sayin'
(Go ahead and perv on them turntables) Yeah, ha ha
That was my nigga G, know what I'm sayin' ha ha
We just pervin'
All the motherfuckin' playas is in the motherfuckin' house
Know what I'm sayin' it's the time for the big time pervers
Know what I'm sayin' just pervin'

[Beat Changes]
Yo Ken bring me out one of those ol' funky base lines

[Beat stops]

[SKIT]
Yo hold on, what the fuck that nigga from D-M-X doin' in here
(Yeah, that nigga wanna fuck with Black Suave)
Yo hand me that chopper G let me do this bitch
Give me that motherfuckin' chopper, ya punk mother... hey [Gunfire]
Bitch you ain't jokin' now ya sucker ass bitch
(Damn what's up dude, what's really up)
Drop that bitch

[DJ scratching]
You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge

[Beat starts]
A message to the underground
That mean dope fiends, pimps, prostitues
Gangstas, yankers, murderers, school boys
Mamas, papas you know what I'm sayin'
Suckers, niggas who talk shit
All you motherfuckers who think ya wanna be low down and dirty
Know what I'm sayin' you motherfuckers listen up
Cause there's a new fuckin' king in town know what I'm sayin'
With that hardcore, pimp, rap shit
And his name is Master P
Keep ya motherfuckin' eyes open cause if I ever catch ya slippin'
Ya creep and ya crip to my motherfuckin' bullets ya caught
Ya know what I'm sayin' that means ya lost
But I got one motherfuckin' thing to say
Ya know what I'm sayin' don't play dumb
Cause if ya talk shit on the P, ya get dumped in a fuckin' trunk
Ya know what I mean, case closed, think about it

[Crowd cheering]
Master P is in the house (who the fuck is in the house)
Master P is in the house
Master P is in the house (Say what, say what, say what)
Master P is in the house (Ahh, yeah)
Master P is in the house (Yeah)
Master P is in the house
Master P is in the house (Straight livin')
Master P is in the house (Who's in the damn house)
Master P is in the house (Whose house is it)
Master P motherfuckin' house