Master P

[fox69]

"After Dollars, No Cents"
(feat. Silkk The Shocker)

"After Dollars, No Cents"
(feat. Silkk The Shocker)



[Master P - Intro]
Whatsup niggaz?
This the colonel(hu-haha)
Mr. M-P(nigga)(haha)
Come 1 come all, TRU niggaz ball(I told y'all)
I know there's niggas out there waitin' for the fall
(Y'all can't stop a motherfuckin' Tank)

[Hook - Master P]
After Dollars, no cents
From Chev's to Bents
From cheddar to cheese
Tryin' to pay the rent

After Dollars, no cents
From Chev's to Bents
From cheddar to cheese
Nigga tryin' to pay the rent

[Master P - Verse 1]
I'ma hustler, baller, nigga G'z and cut ki's
Gats for enemies, freeze! hundred degreez
Kill, robbery, soldier- born to ride
Killer- born to die, Mama- was born to cry
Wild like a long fuckin' ranger
Niggaz from the South keep one up in the chamber
Lord knows, when your enemy is quittin'
That's why niggaz watchin' nigga's back,
cause they gone on that powder shit
Caine, nigga's gang, heroin in the vain
Fuckin' with they brains
Who the next nigga to get popped by a cop?
Who the next nigga in the hood to get shot?
I hope it ain't me, so I'm strapped up in bulletproof
Nigga on my stomach see - Motherfuckin' T.R.U.
Soldier til I die, fuck it I won't cry
Look my ENEMY, in the eye
Fuck every nigga that ain't real, cause we bout it
And if I have to die, cause a nigga gone shout it
I was born a No Limit Soldier, from heart
Cowards run they mouth, but killers don't talk

[Hook - Master P]
After Dollars, no cents
From Chev's to Bents
From cheddar to cheese
Tryin' to pay the rent

After Dollars, no cents
From Chev's to Bents
From cheddar to cheese
Tryin' to pay the rent

[Master P - Verse 2]
You know Kriss, I'm Kross
Y'all ran, we walked
No Limit niggaz got ghetto dope by pounds and bults
Blowin' tapes up in flames, like weed
Got box albums up like ki's, from the South to overseas
Niggaz independant, and rowdy
Nigga check billboard, number 1 and bout it
That's why niggaz tryin' to get us on the radio
Now niggaz might see the P. on the video
But a nigga, still TRU to the Gizzame
Cause I, represent the hood and every fuckin' nigga that gangbang
The streets is so real, fool guard yo grill
Smoke one for the homies that done made it over the hill
Cause we.....

[Hook - Master P]
After Dollars, no cents
From Chev's to Bents
From cheddar to cheese
Tryin' to pay the rent

After Dollars, no cents
From Chev's to Bents
From cheddar to cheese
Tryin' to pay the rent

[Silkk The Shocker - Verse 3]
After...Dollars no cents, we representin', No Limit
Put a dime rolex presidential, nigga ride everythang ???
Nigga I went from riches to riches
Not motherfuckin' rags to riches
Cause I, always had money
Cause I, always had bitches
Yeah a motherfuckin' nigga tryin' to get mo' dough
Nigga act like you know the motherfuckin' sco' though
I pull a ice solo, hit a 40 G lo
Lay-low pro, get a Benz, too dope
??????, gold Tank, crush diamonds, and mo mo's
Nigga runnin' from the po po's, hidin' from a lo lo'
Takin' trips together to the ???
Fa'sho though, puttin' a vest up under my Polo
Nigga strapped with the 4 when I'm solo
To test the best, then that's a no no
365 days, 24/7, I'm bout my riches
See money, is a must, everything's a plus, includin' weed and bitches
It went from 18/5 a ki, not 18/5 for me, C and P to do a show
Act like y'all know, Ghetto Millionaire,
shippin gold out the do', you know?

[Silkk & Master P - Talking until end]

 

[fox69]

"Ain't Nothing Changed"
(feat. D.I.G., Magic)

"Ain't Nothing Changed"
(feat. D.I.G., Magic)



[D.I.G.]
This for the motherfuckin haters, ya heard me?
Who always told me we was never gon' amount to shit
I got somethin for that ass, ya heard me?
Fuck y'all, I'm on my way to the top nigga

[Master P]
Nigga No Limit ain't hard to find, ya heard me?
Ain't nuttin changed but our bank account
Hah hahhhh..

[Chorus: D.I.G. (repeat 2X)]

This is for them niggaz want war - who underestimated
Never thought that we would make it this far
Yo this is for them thug niggaz
Yo this is for them bud hitters, and them motherfuckin drug dealers

[Verse One: D.I.G.]

Whassup nigga? How's life been treatin you?
Remember me? I'm the nigga used to hang in your crew
The one you used to hate, used to knock and laugh in my face
And always said in rappin I don't have what it take
But look at me now, puttin the rap game on lock
Yeah nigga it's me, the same nigga off the block
Don't trip, I'm just here to let you know what's goin on
and that life is good for a nigga who started small
But it's funny how I'm lovin the money as it keeps comin
I remember y'all sayin I wasn't gon' amount to nuttin
So stop stuntin, cause I ain't with that huntin and frontin
I'm the same ol' nigga, still thuggin

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Master P]

How ya like me now thugs I made it out the brick
Member I was broke nigga, picture me rich
Still hangin with my soldiers, still blowin doja
We MADE MEN but still knock some haters off the shoulder
You can +Hate Me Now+ I did a song with Nas
A couple of niggaz came up when I fuckin retired
But I'm back nigga, and you know I'm the best
Cause I can walk through rain and - don't get wet
Y'all phony niggaz try to look like us and try to be me
Nigga talk shit when I ain't around fool HOLLA WHEN YOU SEE ME
Y'all little soldiers just be yourself niggaz, fuck stuntin
If you ain't gotta go get it never put bitches over money

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Magic]

I told you motherfuckers I was sick of this shit
I'm comin up - I know you bought "Thuggin" bitch
I got a lotta niggaz scared in this game
You got the right to fear me - cause I'm comin for your fame
I used to BEG you niggaz, man give me a verse
Now you got the dick look because the shit done reversed
Now I'm the fuckin star, I know you hear my anger
You don't wanna go to war with this 9th Ward strangler
Motherfuckers left me on the corner for the dead
I wouldn't help you cocksuckers if you gave me some head
What goes around comes around motherfucker
If you want me come and get me FEEL THE WRATH of my blaka blaka

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Al Capone"
(feat. Alley Boy)

"Al Capone"
(feat. Alley Boy)



[Hook:]
Al Capone, Al Capone, they love Al Capone,
I don't fuck with no haters
Make them bad bitches moan.
Al Capone, Al Capone, they love Al Capone
I don't fuck with no haters
Make them bad bitches moan.

[Verse 1:]
Find me in the project, hanging with them killers
Niggas know my name, al capone the person miller
I don't fuck around, get my shit from overseas
Frank lucas on these niggas, got my rights on the enemies.
That niggas hating on me cause they know I work the boaster
I don't give a fuck like shit, cop the boulder hoster
Straight from uptown where niggas will lay you down
Louie bag with coffee beans is on the great hound
Going hard in the pain like a nigga ball hold it
Niggas talking shit cause they know I'm bulk hogan
Call a nigga busy cause I'm runnin new orleans
And I ain't to run to flush my shit down the toilet.

[Hook:]
Al Capone, Al Capone, they love Al Capone,
I don't fuck with no haters
Make them bad bitches moan.
Al Capone, Al Capone, they love Al Capone
I don't fuck with no haters
Make them bad bitches moan.

[Verse 2:]
I put this on my mama, I put this on the hood
Man I'm out here hustling, if I make it then we good
I don't fuck with haters, niggas, they be snitching
Crying to other niggas like some motherfucking bitches.
Who took a chain, who got it load
Who did that bullshit, why you put that dope
Why you doing what you doing? Man I don't know
But stay out my businessess before I cut your fucking throat
Why I'm fuckin rappin and why I came back
Bitch I'm in the mansion, you in the motherfucking shack
In the barber shop talking shit, that you don't know
Man you ain't a real nigga, you might be 5 0.

[Hook:]
Al Capone, Al Capone, they love Al Capone,
I don't fuck with no haters
Make them bad bitches moan.
Al Capone, Al Capone, they love Al Capone
I don't fuck with no haters
Make them bad bitches moan.

[Verse 3:]
Al capone, al capone, new bitch can't even leave me alone
She gonn suck me, she gonn fuck me
Like she right where she want
She ignoring the phone, I might be pipe her too long
I don't know what to say, mafia I ain't safe.
Get that shit out the way
Y'all like the work out the stage
Only me and my yay, can make the numb in his face.
Keep a long thang on me, toppin niggas less than a g
Al capone status, master p bitch this louie v
Snitches getting murdered in my clan, please don't force my hand
Elocure for... bread, I'm a throw in this man
Law familiar nigga, my rules, my devil bust in 2
Every line the truth, the new type this bitch ball, the truth!

[Hook:]
Al Capone, Al Capone, they love Al Capone,
I don't fuck with no haters
Make them bad bitches moan.
Al Capone, Al Capone, they love Al Capone
I don't fuck with no haters
Make them bad bitches moan.

 

[fox69]

"Always Come Back To You"

"Always Come Back To You"


[Chorus:]
I'll always come back to you
I'll always come back to you
I'll always come back to you
I'll always come back to you

Lil whodi lost his life this ghetto shit got em
Some friends knocked on his door but we don't really know who shot em
I lost a homie and a brother in the same week
And momma got bags under her eyes she gets no sleep
And these chickens love to flip flop
I seen a hardest thug lose his life in the hood behind some zip locks
I wrote Kevin on the wall but never moved on
Girls screamin at the funeral cuz you was smooth homes
Me and you and jimmy we used to ride together
We all family lil one we supposed to die together
But you had to go first (first)
I mean the first to make it out the ghetto but you left in a hearse
Now the preacher sayin life goes on after the rain
After the pain but it aint the same
I remember we used to ball together
Me and you homie hustlin project halls together
Whodi we all stood tall together
Silkk C and me got you on our arms forever

[Chorus:]

We popped dollars together
Counted dollars together
We was on a roll doin shows nigga
We was always together
I lost so many peers
Shared so many tears
It's a trip to see so many rappers get killed
And uh its' a mystery on Tupac
Biggie Smalls changed his life and the next day he got shot
Easy E died of aids
And its so many unknown rappers lyin in graves
To the media you aint shit till you die
You make the cover of every magazine when you take that final ride
Big Pun went triple platinum when his heart stopped
On the radio and video stations nonstop
Who wanna be next
While you a dead superstar the record company still cashin checks
Pour some liquor for the homies that done moved on
And light your lighters for the soldiers cuz they never gone

[Chorus:]

 

[fox69]

"Always Look A Man In The Eyes"
(feat. Mystikal, Silkk the Shocker)

"Always Look A Man In The Eyes"
(feat. Mystikal, Silkk the Shocker)



-If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good
-But we independent, black owned and making scrilla
-We a threat to society
-They ban our movies our videos, but we still #1 in America
-You see a coward can talk shit behind a nigga back
-But only a man can tell you what's on his mind
when he look you in the eyes
-In other words, don't judge a book by its cover
-See we successful black businessmen
but we also mercenary soldiers

[Chorus]
Always look a man in the eyes before you kill him
Even if he's a coward or a motherfucking drug dealer
(My pops say)

[Verse 1 (Master P)]
I sell stones out, I'm breaking them got damn phones up
Niggas they popping them keys, Master P he fucking ??
Besides them g's, I'm ?? them keys but they didn't know
That I could go gold
platinum and still slang keys out the record store
This caine got me sick
These niggas they talking that shit
Don't make me load this M16 and split your fucking shit
I caught the game from some old g's
Niggas they slanging they fucking keys
Got the game from New Orleans
Now the world know of me
I'm down south hustling from the west
To the east, in the midwest yeah ya'll niggas know of me
Trying to slang this ghetto dope to the world
Every woman, man and boy wrap these cd's up like furls
On the corner posted up with them ballers
Slanging that yella, niggas ya'll can't hold us
Gone for 15/5 when you see me its no drought
I'm the nigga on the corner with the fucking gold in my mouth
Got every fucking club bout it bout it
Got every nigga that you see rowdy rowdy
Cause I'm down here hustling putting the ghetto on the map
Independent, black owned and ain't scared to bust no caps

[Chorus x3]

[Verse 2 (Mystikal)]
Nigga tell me what you gone do
its just me and you, you and I
Scrap and scuffle then grab them things mano a mano
If we did the mix
flury gone smother it leave your ass studdering
Fludging
tell your fucking boys don't move
cause like a rug I got them covered
Niggas ain't like they used to be
back in the days they were playing the dozens
These days niggas will kill ya
Talking shit, say it to the end of my muzzle
We don't want no trouble, black just as subtle
Tell you what you gone fuck around and find
if you disrespect my hustle
None of you niggas fuckers, young niggas fuckable
Some niggas ??, dumb niggas suffer
Before you can even think about making a move I'm already on it
I'll have to beat your ass to the punch cause the stong survive only
Hold on bitch this shit bout to hit the ceiling
The interference started from the ground up the building
Behind mine's I just don't give a fuck
Ain't no closing my eyes
I'm gone look in your face and tear your ass up

[Chorus x3]

[Verse 3 (Silkk)]
Aaahh its murder
Do or die, killed or be killed
Nigga who am I
Silkk the Shocker, do or die for a mil
Don't you see I be counting money like a machine
No how I'm saying I got to buy my green
For every fiend equals money like ching ching
My dream, know what I'm saying, got to get the cream or triple beam
By it for 15/5 and I sell it for 18
You know what I'm saying, you know what a nigga like known for
Nigga kill himself before he caught the bad one,
you know what we known for
And its all good in the hood, but I still stay strapped
Keep my hands on my 45 cause these days niggas will try to straight jack
And you know how I'm saying, 4 g's and I run it
Never seen a nigga retire from the dope game, until I done it
And its cool I gotta reach eight digits
Any nigga in my way I gots to kill him
Got a look a man in the eye before you drill him

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Anything Goes"

"Anything Goes"


[Intro - Master P]
Some of your friends take your kindness for weakness
Make a nigga wanna live like jews
I told y'all
I got a good side and a bad side
And this my bad side

[Master P]
I got beef with some niggaz that I know
Put one up in the chamber everybody hit the flo'
Me and Curren$y rise high
Cause we motherfucking thug niggaz
Used to fucking love niggaz
Now I gotta plug niggaz
And my wrong niggaz makin' tones to give that up
Plus we no limit boys ride from dawn to dusk
Blame it on my cousin I'm a thug nigga
Grew up in the projects rollin' with the drug dealers
Heard your toy fucking soldiers want to do me
Look I don't play this ain't no motherfucking movie
I see you give farse clorise when your doped up
Keep my name out cha mouth get cha bitch ass choked up
Mama told me keep ya enemies close
Put your trust in yourself cause your friends get you smoked
Man you niggaz ain't shit
You just hatin' on a thug nigga that's livin' ghetto rich

[HOOK - 2X]
Too every ghetto nigga that I know
When you livin' that life know anything go

[Master P]
I got niggaz in the hood waiting on me to drop
I got niggaz in the pin nigga ready to riot
Screw C-P-3 and it's official
I got three hundred rug rats ready to get with you
Nigga years fuckin' later and I still got skrilla
My motherfucking kids sleep on ????
I got other nigga bitches whodie screamin' my name
And If you ain't with the army nigga turn in your chain
Make sure these motherfuckers heard
Everything I speak I mean every motherfucking word
I play with it and get poped
I go out of town and get money but I still run the block

[HOOK - 2X]

 

[fox69]

"Back Against the Wall"

"Back Against the Wall"


[E-40]
Tryin to make it..
It's been a long road
Sic-Wid-It Records

[Master P & E-40]
UNNNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH! (C'mon, ooh)
Y'all feel that? (I feel it playboy, I smell you)
It's real out here 40 (It's real Pee!)

[E-40]
I'm out here in the slums where thugs be usin, ghetto tactics
like, choppin up candy canes
sittin on top of a dried up JCPenney day mattress
Whatever it takes to survive, see that's what I supply
Like slippin and slidin in the grocery store
and settling out of court
Soft white coke a black turn into hard solidses
Thirty-eight snub nosed pistol grip lay nijjas on they wah-wah
The saga continues, the struggle's just beginnin
And it's hard to look up to snotty folks, cause THEY be sinnin
'Pac gone, Biggie gone, Seagram gone -- and we also lost Eazy-E
one of the first gangster rappers of all time
to the most vicious and deadliest disease in history since cancer
To Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome, tombstone
From the graveyard shift, RBL's Mister C
One love, to Rappin Ron and Plann B
Victims of the trigger (unnngggggggghhhhhh)
Po' out a little liquor

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

It's not the same, this world is crazy
We out here goin through it all
Everything must change, it's gettin shady
Got our backs against the wall

[Master P]
UNGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH, I shed tears for pain 40, some for anger
Seen bloodshed by crooked cops, and gangbangers
Feel my pain (unnnggghhh) only time'll change it
and fast money, cars, and bitches got me trapped in this game
And my lil' homies ballin, picture me fallin
and momma in the funeral screamin and crawlin
Is there a heaven or hell?
To ghetto kids in the anky only time will tell
And jealousy, and envy, come with money
While crooked, politicians, run the country
And it's a, damn shame to see my, weeples vanish
Now they teach us ebonics, what about english and spanish
I couldn't, live my life behind bars and gates
While the government play a game called process to eliminate

[Chorus]

[E-40]
Case #246, shootin in an inhabited area
They was steady complainin about the dope sellin
But they ain't never been evicted, or convicted
They ain't never been subpeonaed to court, or arrested
Shackled like an animal for pushin rocks
Dang near choked to death by motorcycle cops
Pepper sprayed and laughed at like that shit was funny
Pregnant breezy threw down on her tummy
Do you ever think I'll ever be able to get
a chance to repent and ask the lord for forgiveness
before he close the casket, will my son end up growin up
without a father will he end up bein a bastard?
A bastard -- that's a good question (unggggggggghhhh!)
I don't know, I don't know

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Back On Top"
(feat. C-Murder, Lil' Romeo, Silkk the Shocker)

"Back On Top"
(feat. C-Murder, Lil' Romeo, Silkk the Shocker)



Gameface UUUUUUHHHHHH
Check them haters out [x6]
What? What? What? What?
The new No Limit you heard me them round platinum tank

[Chorus]
No limit is back on top ya'll haters can't stop us now
(Turn your Gameface represent your nameplate)
No limit is back on top ya'll haters can't stop us now
(Turn your Gameface represent your nameplate)

Criticism in the party like its H20
In the back of the club sayin bring some more
Me and my soldgiers where the party at?
Hinicy, Gin, and Juice who ordered that?
Cause ya'll got cars and we got locked
Ya'll buy houses and we buy blocks
It ain't no limit to the dough i got
The Ghetto Bill Gates in the parkin lot

[Chorus]

Got my porkchop mixed with 2 eggs
A country tycoon with a hole lot of bread
Bentleys and Hummers we bout that there
And all my No Limit Soldgiers how you do that their?
A couple of pages left but man we got colder
6 feet 5 in the hood we break bolders
Smash supermodels cause they chicks to me
And a million dollars more is like grits to me

[Chorus]

Always willin out but if im not willin
You can take a picture of me on the island smilin
Love for the haters but they mostly envys
More type of sheperds on lock but they mostly 20's
Play this game we suppose to win
I drive a lot of cars but they mostly bentleys
Lot of glass for cris but they mostly bottles
See me with ghetto chicks but mostly models And um...

[Chorus]

Ya'll now we on top, but the tank ain't dropped
We be like non stop with the one spot on locked
You wanna play these games where the MVP's
So fresh, and so clean like some people in jeans UUUUUUHHHHHH

Oh Look, What, Look
We from the south where they got golds in they mouth
Barbeque's all day right in front of the house
We use slit and slang like
What's cracky man? What's happney man? We goin to a platinum man
We play ball all year its that all year
No Limit, P. Miller man that's all we wear
We run it phat soldgiers get down like that
From the club to the streets we get around like that
Sad vaper roll with dogs that will chase ya
There's love in the game but some will still rate ya
I'm the type jump a crowd and get hype
Rip in track check the source while mights

[Chorus]

Where them ballers at shot callers at?
Cris style more wet we want all of that
Where them ballers at shot callers at?
D. D. Rimin We want all of that
No Limit run this for you?
HELL YEA!!!
I said No Limit run this for you?
HELL YEA!!!

[Chorus til fade]

 

[fox69]

"Back Up Off Me"

"Back Up Off Me"


Uh, ah, da
(Are you ready for this) Err
The Ice Cream Man
(Are you ready for this)
It's bad like my high
(Are you ready for this)
ERRR, my No Limit Soldiers, trademark
Get em' up ugh, show ya domes, T-R-U
We TRU, ugh, ugh
Time to go to war, ugh

[Master P]
I'm posted up on the block, got these killers runnin' you sick of this
And chicken nuts, niggas slangin' with cuts
Ready to bust on you cluckers
On you niggas that sick cause we sicker
Niggas slangin' flickers
I'm in the projects ballin' with my niggas
I'm hustlin' quarters and thirty sacks
Niggas ain't fuckin' with dirty sacks
I'm hustlin' I got those ball sacks
But y'all niggas don't know that
I'm the mad killer, murder, lunatic
You fuckin' with a nigga that don't give a fuck about you
Or your bitch cause I'll go like psycho, ha ha ha
Like Michael, load this fuckin' rifle
Start blastin' at bitches motherfucker, yeah cause I'm a psycho
Out that 3rd ward, Calliope killin' murder
Lunatic, haven't you heard of a nigga not playin' with a full deck
Break ya neck, hustle on ya check
Get cho' get cho' neck broke
Fuckin' field cats and chat
No Limit nigga, real nigga, who
Don't give a fuck when you dead and gone
Motherfucker you feel my bucks from my chrome

[Hook]
UGH! back up off me, feel me ugh
Feel it, back up off me, my trademark
Ugh, feel it back up off me, ugh

[Master P]
Gon' pack me with a nigga with no bread
Nappy head, put chu' in a grave
Don't give a fuck about chu' niggas, piss on ya forehead
I'm from that Southside, we kill with that cut rock
But niggas they slangin' that hoo rock
But niggas they wanna boo dock, that buddha
Nigga a quarter, of water
But y'all niggas late cause I done took over New Orleans
In the Southside to the Westside to the Eastside to the Northside
Motherfuckers never realize the young gon' die on the streets
I'm killin' murder, the lunatic
Never givin' a fuck, I'm tryin' to make bucks
Before I leave this truck
Got these killers watchin' me
Niggas not pockin' me
V got that tech nine and Man got that uzi
Big Boz come with rah rah, niggas with sah sah
KR hooked up the track so what the fuck y'all didn't realize
We back to takin' the battle, scattle not rattle
Get my tic tac and make ya motherfuckin' head rattle
Like an ostrich, nigga you want some sausage
Meet me in the French Quarter
I'm kickin' it with them 3rd ward hustlers
And they bout it, niggas we rowdy
Never givin' a fuck, we started this bout it, bout it
Now why y'all sayin' y'all bout it bout it
Y'all scared of me, yeah y'all scared of me
Bitch talkin' shit, you and ya bitch I ain't afraid of ya
I'm hustlin' got them ballers, niggas we smokin' them quarters
Fiends be dippin' that water but we hustlin' like it ain't no tomorrow

[Hook]

[Master P]
Niggas comin' wicked, fools I'm gon' kick it
Be whippin' niggas ass like I'm cookin' greasy chicken
I'll pop off batter but niggas they wanna scatter
Niggas they talkin' shit, I be runnin' with them 17 round automatics
Up the trees, watch them niggas freeze
Don't give a fuck, take off my shirt nigga
No Limit on my back, back
But niggas they pullin' that sack, sack
TRU against my stomach motherfucker how y'all gonna fade that
The real fuckin' click, ain't no love for y'all dubs
Niggas think we slangin' dubs
Nigga we slangin' tapes to you niggas across the world
Niggas that squirrel, I got that girl
My lil' partner got boy, got the whirl
But I don't give a fuck cause I be sick like Suzy
Take these 32 round clips from my automatic uzi
Run and duck nigga you fried
Ain't no love where I'm from, from the outside to the inside
The projects from uptown to downtown
To across the river
Niggas slangin' that dope motherfucker get cho' head twisted
In the river, you gone, ain't no love meet the chrome
I be in the project ballin' like the black Al Capone
And if you come sick you stupid
Cause my click don't give a fuck cause they ready to shoot shit
Up but nigga you better duck nigga
Before you find your body floatin' up the Mississippi River

[Hook repeated to end with various ad-libs]

 

[fox69]

"Bangin'"
(feat. Westside Connection)

"Bangin'"
(feat. Westside Connection)



West-syy-eed

Huh, niggaz be like wonderin where tha Ice Cream Man been at
I been down South countin my marbles nigga
But I got two sides
Damn it feels good to be back in the Yea Area, I mean the Westside
With these motherfuckin West Coast Bad Boyz
Westside Connection, Ice Cube, W.C., and Mack 10
Nigga y'all know the Westside is Bout It Bout It

It?s the I-N-G-L-E here to trouble you, W double-oh D
See me, I take this gangbang shit to hold mouthes
Beach coup, the hood patrol wit my flag in ya mommas style
I throw my set up, I ret up, Nigga I break up
No hollow points so I don't jam tha tec up, dog
I put tha Cavi all day to parlay, when niggaz trip I spray
Then is anybody here all day, shit I trizit to my clizit
Who wanna fuck wit it, since tha World is a ghetto
looks like I'm stuck wit it, Killa Cali is the state murder
Everyday it's a homie, lay my rag in a casket and retaliate
Nigga who is you, what side is you, red or blue
I gets my drop on, I regulate the turf I stomp on
Everytime I see some I grabs me gun
Red rum red rum and Inglewood is where I be from
Boom boom bang on I bust back, fuck that
Loud strings in my chucks and a maroon velvet golf hat
I let my holsters hang loose, no truce, no tamin
Westside niggaz for life, it's gangbangin

[Chorus:]

Red rag blue rag, watchin niggaz sag
44 mag, throwin up flags
If you Bout it what you claimin, fuck what you slangin
Ain't no tamin Westside gangbangin

What do I got get high for, what would I lie for
And what would I die for
Westside is the best side you got to know
Keep a calico by the bedside, this what I'm all about
Now which one of y'all motherfuckers shot up my momma's house?
It ain't no rules when you ain't got
nuttin to lose, and a gang of tattoos
So throw ya muthaphukkin, set high in the air
If you don't care, to ride a wheelchair
Watch what hood you select
Many niggaz get checked for the tat on they neck
We got the cannabis bombay, G ride Hyundai, ya best ta pray we don't
Find out where ya stay, lookin at my momma thru a glass window
Up in L.A. before it was called South Central
Makin niggaz like new statistics while bumpin my Stylistics, and
I'm locin, smokin dat yermon as a youngsta
Now I'm big and strong as Herman Munster
It's the set I threw up, tha only way ta go
It's the way i grew up, the only way I know, fa sho'
It ain't about Crip or Blood, and it?ll never die
Because there's too much love

[Chorus]

High as a ki-zite tonite, rollin on my ci-zite
With that Dub-S to that C-lite
I?m ready, but them niggaz on wait
Tey get beat like hussein by tis gangbang track
Young hustler, geyda pusher, leg crusher
Nigga make way for this Neighborhood quickster
Raised in a system, gang affiliated
America, take a look at what you created
Started in a section, grew like an erection, spreaded like cancer
Now tha country's infected, gangbangin world wide, beat the death pole
I guess the world really is a motherfuckin ghetto
But Westside niggaz are the craziest, that's why I'm keepin
My fingas on deez, loaded clips, cause we done served two of them men
Ain't no tellin what them niggaz gone get
If they done try to retaliate
I can't sleep, cause death is lookin foe me
I can't shake tha jacket, too many niggaz know me, Shazzam!!
I guess I'm in too deep, fuck cullas, I?m riddin over low term beef

[Chorus 2X]

Gang bangin, huh, Cube nigga wassup, W.C., Mack 10, Master P
Gang bangin nigga, uhhhh, we rowdy, we Bout It Bout It
Told y'all niggaz the Westside the best side
We gots sumpin foe all you hatas nigga regulate
Bringin the whole motherfuckin west side, red blue together
Makin green nigga, makin green

[Chorus]

Nigga it's all right ta be a G, Westside Connection
Live for red and blue, my nigga Masta P
But ain't no more God for us nigga
But we can live for that green
The legal way baby, the legal way
This song is dedicated, to everybody who fallen victim to gangbangin
World wide Westside, real niggaz of tha world unite